Feng Yue dragged the hostage upstairs, heading straight to the rooftop.
From the rooftop, with the crowd below having retreated far away, the range of her handgun couldn’t reach them anymore, making it impossible to shoot at anyone.
She could only shout threats, warning everyone not to enter the house, declaring she’d shoot anyone who approached the doorway.
Firing from the rooftop toward the entrance was still within her gun’s range.
With the hostage knocked unconscious, she freed up a hand to use her phone, calling Old Du and ordering him to come rescue her.
Unable to take everyone down with her, Feng Yue no longer wanted to die, she wanted to escape.
She had a small helicopter.
If Old Du could fly the small helicopter over, he could save her from this predicament.
The police below had already called their superiors, requesting backup and a sniper.
“Mom, let her go, put down the gun, Mom, I’m begging you, don’t keep making mistakes.”
Feng Qing, fearless of death, ran forward dozens of meters, looking up and shouting loudly.
She pleaded with her mother to stop going down the wrong path.
There was no point in trying to escape, it was futile.
Tonight, her mother was trapped with no way out.
Feng Yue looked down and glared at her daughter. For a brief moment, her gun aimed at Feng Qing below, and she felt an urge to shoot her daughter in the head.
Fang Yao watched tensely.
If Feng Yue fired, he’d immediately shield Feng Qing.
Even if it cost him his life, he’d protect her completely.
But Feng Yue only entertained the thought, she didn’t impulsively shoot her daughter.
Even if she were to die, she still wanted to protect her daughter.
Feng Qing wasn’t aligned with her, but that was because of the different environment she’d grown up in, shaping her values differently.
To be fair, Feng Yue had to admit her daughter’s moral compass was truer than her own.
Yet Feng Qing wasn’t weak or easily bullied. She might seem fragile, but she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, she’d even fooled Feng Yue before.
A daughter like that, if raised by her side from childhood and carefully groomed, would’ve been an outstanding successor, capable of elevating the Feng family and restoring its former glory.
What a pity…
Even if she couldn’t take over the Feng family, with Feng Qing and Fang Yao’s abilities, they’d still achieve great things in the future.
Feng Yue had committed so many wrongs, everyone wanted her dead, wanted her to lose. In many ways, she’d lost to her eldest sister, but Feng Qing was where she hadn’t lost. Feng Qing was in no way inferior to her sister’s descendants, offering a small consolation.
No matter how angry or resentful she felt, she wouldn’t truly shoot Feng Qing.
But scaring her was fair game.
As Feng Qing moved toward the house, Feng Yue fired a shot at her feet.
The shot startled Fang Yao, who swiftly grabbed Feng Qing and pulled her back. The motion was so quick that they both tumbled to the ground.
Hai Ling and Zhan Yin instinctively rushed forward to help them up.
Hai Ling pulled Feng Qing back, saying, “Your mom’s at the end of her rope now, she’s gone mad. Don’t rush in recklessly, she might not spare you for the sake of mother-daughter ties.”
The two had spent less than three years together and didn’t have much of a mother-daughter bond.
Especially after Feng Qing returned, Feng Yue had initially doted on Feng Ruo, only later warming up to her biological daughter.
Hai Ling genuinely worried that Feng Yue might shoot Feng Qing.
Feng Qing had helped them, tipping them off several times.
