Chapter 989 Will Good People Bully Wild Boars?

Zhong Mo immediately stood up, raised his hand to touch his hair, and smiled softly: "Wait a moment!"

After saying this, he suddenly raised his head and slapped the middle-aged man and woman hard.

"Snap, snap, snap!"

Before the pair of middle-aged women could react, one of them had been slapped five or six times in the face. Suddenly, their faces were swollen like pig heads, with several five-finger prints clearly printed on them, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of their mouths!

"You, who are you? How dare you hit us?"

It took half a minute for the middle-aged man to wake up. He covered his face, which was so hot that he almost lost all feeling. His eyes were spitting fire with anger, and he started to curse.

"You bastard, if you dare to hit me, I will fight with you!"

The middle-aged woman was like a shrew, waving her fists and rushing towards Zhong Mo.

"Bang!"

But before she could get close to Zhong Mo, she was kicked to the ground.

"You, you bastard, oh, it hurts me to death!"

The middle-aged woman covered her stomach with her hands and lay on the ground, turning over and over and screaming.

"Can you speak properly?"

Zhong Mo had a gloomy face and glanced at the two of them coldly.

"You, you, what do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man was obviously shocked by Zhong Mo's violent methods. He swallowed with a little more fear in his eyes.

"Can you speak properly?"

Zhong Mo grabbed his collar, lifted him up and asked again.

"What, what are you going to do? Help, help, Sir, he, he beats people, you should arrest him quickly!"

The middle-aged man, who weighs about 160 pounds, looks like a fish that has just been caught. In addition to flopping desperately, he only keeps screaming and asking for help.

But when he turned around, he found that apart from Zhong Mo, there were only three members of his family left in the entire ward. The others had already disappeared without a trace, which made him so angry that he almost spat out blood.

As police officers, you run faster than a rabbit, do you still want to be shameless?

"Oh? Don't you understand what I said? Do you want me to say something more?"

Zhong Mo raised his right arm high, causing the middle-aged man to float in mid-air, about half a meter above the ground. And when he stepped on the middle-aged woman's chest with his right foot, it was so painful that he couldn't move. !

"Sir, I was wrong. I never dare to do it again. Please, please forgive me..."

The middle-aged woman endured the pain, cried and begged.

"Brother Zhong Mo, please, please let go of my parents, they, they are all good people, they are very good to me, yes, it is me who failed to live up to it, no, I did not meet their standards, yes, it is my fault …”

Suddenly, He Zhenjiang cried and began to plead.

When the middle-aged couple heard their son's words, their bodies shook violently and they couldn't help but lower their heads.

How could they have imagined that their son would intercede on their behalf?

It turns out that my son loves them in his heart!

But why did he commit suicide?

Did you really do something wrong?

"Kid, you take a rest here for a while, I have something to say to them!"

Zhong Mo raised his brows slightly, threw the middle-aged man to the ground, then dropped these words, holding one in each hand, and strode outside without even the slightest pause.

He Zhenjiang looked at the backs of Zhong Mo and his parents, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into two lines of tears!

He covered his face with his hands and cried in grief.

He never expected that things would turn out like this.

At this moment, Liang Shuzhen and Lin Meng'e walked in from the outside. Seeing him crying and crying, they couldn't help but sigh and comforted He Zhenjiang in a soft voice. With great difficulty, He Zhenjiang stopped crying. However, he still sobbed softly: "Two sisters, the look in Brother Zhong Mo's eyes just now was really scary. He, he wouldn't beat my parents to death, would he?"

"Don't worry, your brother Zhong Mo is a good person and will never kill anyone!"

Lin Meng'e couldn't help but persuade in a low voice.

"Sister, I heard from my classmate that brother Zhong Mo likes to slap wild boar mouths when he has nothing to do on weekdays. Well, do good people still bully wild boars?"

He Zhenjiang swallowed his saliva and asked anxiously.

Liang Shuzhen, Lin Meng'e: "..."

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Zhong Mo dragged the middle-aged couple out of the ward to a deserted place, then threw them to the ground and said lazily: "Now you can talk about it, what's going on? Why did I force you?" What about your son's suicide? Is it because he is mentally twisted and perverted? Ordinary Sm can no longer satisfy you and starts to torture others mentally? "

When the middle-aged couple heard what he said, they were instantly confused.

Psychologically twisted and perverted?

Sm?

Does this describe us?

Are we so scary?

A bitter smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face: "This, this sir, we, we just manage our children a little, a little more strictly, we are not perverts, let alone Sm, we, we just..."

"Yes, we love our child, and everything we do is for his good!"

The middle-aged woman also nodded repeatedly.

Although they were a little unconvinced, their tone of voice was much softer when faced with Zhong Mo, a violent maniac.

"Everything you did was for his own good? Was it to force him to commit suicide?"

Zhong Mo leaned down and looked at the middle-aged woman with a half-smile, "It seems your goal has been achieved!"

"We, how could we force him to commit suicide? Yes, he was too weak to bear the psychological pressure. It's not our fault!"

The middle-aged woman retorted loudly, somewhat unconvinced.

"Oh? Tell me, what have you done? How could he commit suicide?"

Zhong Mo simply sat on the ground and looked at them with a smile.

The middle-aged couple looked at each other for a few times. What else could they do if they encountered an unreasonable master like Zhong Mo?

They could only tell all the causes and consequences of the incident.

It turns out that this middle-aged couple suffered from being uneducated back then, so they placed all their hopes on their child, hoping that he could study more and eventually become successful.

Ever since He Zhenjiang entered junior high school, the two of them had spent all the money they had saved on their children. Every Saturday and Sunday from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m., they would attend various tutoring classes and After returning home at eight o'clock in the evening, I still have to do a lot of exercises until twelve or one o'clock in the evening.

As for weekdays, after finishing his homework every night, he also had to do several exercises. Anyway, he almost never slept before twelve o'clock. For several months in a row, He Zhenjiang was not in good spirits due to lack of rest. The first time I fell asleep in class, I was criticized several times by the teacher.

As for his performance, instead of improving, it actually declined sharply.