Seeing his expression, Zhang Liuxing felt a surge of anger, his mind filled with his parents' attitudes towards Zhang Liunian during this time, and their treatment of him.
Zhang Liuxing was originally the most promising university student in Zhangjia Village, with a coveted job and a house in the city. But somehow, his inconspicuous younger brother had emerged and overshadowed him.
Zhang Liuxing didn't need an outstanding younger brother; he only needed a brother to serve as a foil. He alone needed to be the remarkable one.
Zhang Liunian shouldn't have appeared in his life, nor should he have existed in his world.
Only with his disappearance could Zhang Liuxing have a chance to return to his former glory.
Thinking this, Zhang Liuxing suddenly pulled the trigger, intending to kill Zhang Liunian.
Unfortunately, the moment he fired, Zhang Liunian dodged to the side, and the shot missed.
"You're dead," Zhang Liuxing said, planning to shoot again when the first shot failed.
But as he was about to fire the second shot, a gunshot rang out from behind him.
He only had time to hear the gunshot before a sharp pain erupted in his chest.
Slowly lowering his eyes, he saw his chest bleeding profusely, his face a mask of shock. Who had fired the shot?
Who wanted his life? He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die.
Zhang Liuxing was both terrified and in pain. He reached out to cover his chest, but the blood continued to flow, his life ebbing away.
"No!" He didn't want to die, he didn't. Who had killed him?
With a head full of questions, Zhang Liuxing turned his head towards the direction of the shot, only to see Zhu Lao Er awkwardly holding a pistol.
It was clear that Zhu Lao Er had fired the shot, his intention being to prevent Zhang Liuxing from killing Zhang Liunian.
At this moment, Zhang Liunian was also stunned, unable to react for a long time.
After he finally came to his senses, he couldn't help but exhale a heavy sigh.
He had been startled. He thought that shot was aimed at him, but it had hit Zhang Liuxing, and it was a bullseye. Zhang Liuxing would likely die now.
He was going to die...
Zhang Liunian looked at the blood on Zhang Liuxing's chest and his pale face, remembering their childhood days spent together.
Meanwhile, Zhang Liuxing stared at Zhu Lao Er, angrily questioning, "Why did you kill me?"
How had he offended Zhu Lao Er to warrant such a treacherous act?
This was the unspoken meaning behind Zhang Liuxing's words, but he was already too weak to kneel, unable to utter more.
Zhu Lao Er tucked the gun behind his back and swaggered in front of Zhang Liuxing, nonchalantly saying, "I originally just wanted to shoot your hand to stop you from firing. Who knew my hand trembled and I missed.
Since I missed, I missed. Then you might as well die.
If you feel uncomfortable or angry, then blame your brother, Zhang Liunian. If he hadn't refused to leave with you, I wouldn't have acted. It's all his fault."
Zhang Liunian, just emerging from his memories, heard such shameless words and his face instantly darkened. What a convenient way to shift blame. He was clearly the one with poor aim, hitting Zhang Liuxing in the chest, yet Zhu Lao Er wanted Zhang Liuxing to blame him. He was truly a master of passing the buck.
Fortunately, Zhang Liuxing at this moment was not swayed by Zhu Lao Er's words; his sole focus was on the person who had shot him.
"The boss won't let you go..." Zhang Liuxing's veins bulged with anger. If he weren't dying, he would never let this person off so easily.
His life was about to end, and it was this person who had acted, claiming his hand trembled. He couldn't believe it could tremble so precisely to hit him in the heart, leaving him no chance to survive.
He felt such hatred and anger. If he had known that coming here to help the Zhu family would lead to his death at their hands, he would never have come, nor would he have worked so hard for them.
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.
His future was gone, and he was so unwilling to accept it!
He had a long life ahead of him, yet he was to die in a foreign land. He wondered if Zhang Liunian would help him return home for burial. With this thought, his eyes reddened as he looked at Zhang Liunian, his mouth opening in a silent plea, "Take me home."
Zhang Liunian received his gaze and saw what he was saying, but unable to hear him clearly, he just stared blankly.
Zhang Liuxing had little strength left, and his body slowly collapsed. But his mouth continued to silently form the words, "Home."
As Zhang Liunian watched, he suddenly understood. He wanted to go home.
Go home?
He would help with this request, considering it a resolution to their troubled bond.
"You're dying, yet you have so much nonsense to say. My elder brother won't blame me. If he blames anyone, it will only be you for being useless, for not being able to handle such a small task. You deserve to die, right, brother?"
Zhu Lao Er looked at the gasping Zhang Liuxing lying on the ground, stepped forward, kicked him, and even blamed him for not dying fast enough, wasting his words.
Zhu Lao Da, who was behind the crowd, heard his second brother mention him and had to push through the crowd to come over.
Seeing Zhu Lao Da arrive, Zhang Liuxing extended his hand towards him, his eyes full of expectation, as if hoping to see Zhu Lao Da reprimand Zhu Lao Er for him.
Unfortunately, he did not get his wish. Instead, he heard Zhu Lao Da's cold and heartless voice, "Of course. He was sent by the Tang family, and he's Zhang Liunian's own brother. It doesn't matter if he's dead!"
Boom!
Hearing Zhu Lao Da's words, Zhang Liuxing's outstretched hand suddenly dropped, his expression turning distorted and terrifying. "You..." deserve to die.
But before Zhang Liuxing could finish speaking, he breathed his last, no longer moving.
"Second brother..." Zhang Liunian took a step forward, murmuring as he watched.
Zhang Liuxing had died like this? He was dead?
Looking at his unwilling eyes, Zhang Liunian felt a pang of sadness, but it lasted only for a moment, leaving nothing behind.
"He should have died long ago, wasting my time," Zhu Lao Er said with a complaining look upon seeing Zhang Liuxing dead. Then, seeing Zhang Liunian still staring at Zhang Liuxing, he stepped forward and said sarcastically, "Remember, your brother was killed by you, his younger brother."
"What a master of shifting blame. You fired the gun, and they asked him to come find me. His death was caused by you all, nothing to do with me," Zhang Liunian said, angered by his words. This person was truly skilled at passing the buck. Did he think saying this would make him feel guilty?
Not a chance. He and Zhang Liuxing were enemies who wanted to see each other dead. Why should he feel guilty about his death?
"You are truly cold-blooded and heartless. Your own brother died in front of you, and you don't even feel sad. You're not human."
"What does me being human or not have to do with you? Mind your own business."
Zhang Liunian looked at this man, who bore some resemblance to Zhu Lao San, and was reasonably sure of his identity.
This person should be Zhu Lao Er, and the elder brother he had just called out must be the leader of the Zhu family gang, Zhu Lao Da.