Decades had passed, and Feng Yue might not face the death penalty—after all, it had been forty or fifty years.
Mrs. Shang spoke calmly, “Feng Yue, you can’t escape tonight, nor can your so-called all-capable assistant. How did we do it? Didn’t I tell you? The people who saved my loyal uncle are all old-timers from decades ago.”
“How capable they are—don’t you know?”
“Did you think that only you could scheme to take us all down in one fell swoop while we just sat idly by?”
“You kept tabs on our every move, but we were watching yours just as closely. Besides, could you really keep track of us completely? With so many of us, who could you possibly monitor?”
Any one of their group could have thwarted Feng Yue’s plans or set up a counterattack.
Feng Yue wanted to burn down the Feng family mansion—if she couldn’t have it, she’d destroy it, along with everyone who stepped inside tonight.
So they swapped out all the gasoline Mr. Du had prepared with water.
Silver Fox’s apprentice and the master thief weren’t just sitting around doing nothing.
The master thief had even pinpointed Mr. Du’s new hiding spot for the gun.
That’s why the police had come again.
Feng Yue’s supposedly brilliant conspiracy couldn’t even get off the ground.
And just now, in front of everyone, she’d admitted to killing her sisters—with so many witnesses.
She couldn’t run if she tried.
Her already tarnished reputation would now sink even lower, a true fall into ruin.
“Feng Ying, even if I lose, I won’t fall into your hands!”
Mrs. Shang replied, “We don’t want you in our hands either. I just want you in the hands of the police.”
This was perfect now—Feng Yue had pulled out a gun and taken a hostage, committing a fresh crime. They no longer needed to painstakingly gather evidence; she could be brought to justice directly.
Feng Yue ordered everyone to back off again.
She dragged the hostage toward the main house.
“Mom, stop being so stubborn, Mom!”
Feng Qing shouted.
“Mom, Qing’s right—don’t do this, you…”
Before Zheng Yifan could finish his plea, Feng Yue fired a shot at the ground in front of her son. The loud bang startled Zheng Yifan so badly he nearly wet himself.
Everyone hurriedly retreated.
They feared Feng Yue might turn the gun on them.
“Shut up!”
Feng Yue snapped at her children, “It’s because you’re all useless that I’ve ended up like this today!”
Her sons were useless.
Her daughter wasn’t on her side.
She had no one to help her.
Unlike Feng Ying, who had a whole crowd of supporters.
“Feng Yue, don’t keep making one mistake after another.”
Mr. Fei spoke up, “If the head of the family knew you’d turned out like this, she’d be heartbroken.”
Feng Yue ignored them, focusing only on retreating into the house with her hostage.
“Zheng Hua, get in here!”
Feng Yue suddenly shouted.
Zheng Hua: “…”
He didn’t want to go in.
That madwoman wanted to drag him down with her.
She was cornered now—he didn’t need to fear her anymore.
Not only did Zheng Hua refuse to go in, he wanted to seize the chance to slip away.
As if anticipating his reaction, Feng Yue suddenly raised her gun and fired at him.
The shot was rushed and the distance too great—Feng Yue didn’t kill Zheng Hua, but the bullet struck his right leg, sending him crashing to the ground in pain.
Then, she quickly dragged the hostage into the house.
The police ordered everyone to retreat further, not daring to storm the house rashly.
Once inside, Feng Yue knocked the hostage unconscious to prevent her from biting her wrist.
