I handed the phone to Song Yang's ear.

A pair of pliers pinched her body.

"Dad! Mom! Help me!" She screamed hoarsely.

I pinched her face with the pliers again, and she screamed even more miserably.

On the other end of the phone, there came a vicious curse, shouting things like "kill the whole family" and "kill you." Indeed, they were a family, speaking in exactly the same way.

I scratched my ear and kicked Song Yang.

Hearing her cry.

The cursing on the other end intensified.

I said, "Suburban garment factory, if you're late, just let this bitch's body be taken care of here."

The response on the other end was quick, and they cherished their daughter dearly.

Soon, her father brought a group of people to the factory area.

Her father drove a Porsche.

Rich people, no wonder they dared to say, "As long as we don't kill anyone, our parents can handle it."

Dozens of people walked in mightily.

The men had a gloomy face, dressed like successful people, standing there without speaking, looking at me coldly.

The woman next to him I recognized, the one I had beaten before.

The man, presumably Song Yang's father, called Song Xiu, did business, and I heard he had some influence, but he had never shown himself before.

The middle-aged woman got out of the car and shouted, "It's you again! Are you not done yet? You hit my daughter, I'll kill you!"

"Mom!"

Song Yang stopped being defiant, crying as she crawled towards her mother.

I stepped on her head, "Damn it!"

Seeing her cry, the middle-aged woman cursed and rushed over, "Your daughter is dead! Why aren't you going to the hospital to collect her body!"

I hadn't made a move yet.

Xiang Tao picked up a steel pipe from the ground, hit her in the face with it, then dragged her, raised his hand and smashed her mouth.

Song Xiu couldn't hold back his anger.

He came forward, pointing at me, "You have no shame, do you? Want to fight with me?"

I smiled.

I reached out and broke his fingers, then swung the pliers at his face. He covered his face and screamed in pain.

I said calmly, "At first, I just wanted justice."

He covered his face, gasping for breath, gritting his teeth, "Justice, do you f*cking deserve justice?"