I am Zhao Yuan, selling egg pancakes in the neighborhood.
My only daughter, Zhao Xinrui, just turned 18 and is a top student in her senior year of high school, also the school's beauty.
And now, she is lying in my arms, covered in blood.
My heart aches.
She was always timid, so when that vicious dog pounced, she must have been terrified.
The onlookers did not lend a hand, instead they took out their phones to film and comment:
"What's this child doing, teasing the dog with biscuits for no reason?"
"Family members, who understands, one must stay away from vicious dogs, this girl is a lesson..."
Listening to these cold words, I can hardly imagine the despair my daughter felt being dragged and bitten by the vicious dog.
The girl who allowed the vicious dog to attack is Wang Beibei, my daughter's classmate and tutor.
She owns a fierce Rottweiler with strong aggression.
Wang Beibei loosened the leash in front of everyone.
"You pretend to be a good person every day, still showing off, seducing the monitor I like, I'll bite you to death!"
These were the exact words someone overheard Wang Beibei say at the scene.
Therefore, her motives were malicious.
15 minutes ago, when I arrived, she was loudly cursing and accusing my daughter of intentionally trying to harm her dog with poisoned biscuits.
I was furious, I went straight up and slapped her hard across the face.
Wang Beibei fell to the ground, crying loudly.
"How dare you hit me, I'll kill you, kill you..."
I ignored the hysterical Wang Beibei.
I picked up an iron rod next to a trash can and ruthlessly smashed the vicious dog's head.
I beat the vicious dog to death in a few blows, then helped my daughter up.
Her voice weak, "Dad, it hurts..."
I suppressed my anger and prepared to take her to the hospital.
But Wang Beibei blocked my way.
Wang Beibei stood arrogantly in front of me, her snarling face resembling that of a dog.
At that moment, if I had a free hand, I would have surely beaten this despicable person to death.
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