Young Wu's body was transported back in the evening. Upon seeing her son, Young Wu's mother didn't cry or scream; she just held her son, refusing to let him be placed inside the coffin.
Tie Yidao squatted in the courtyard, smoking a cigarette; it seemed to be the only way to vent his inner frustration.
At this moment, Tie Yanmin walked through the gate with seven people behind him.
"Why are you here? Get out of here!" Tie Yidao exploded in anger.
Although the police said that his son died in an accident, in his eyes, Tie Yanmin and his group were still involved.
"Uncle, Young Wu was our friend; no matter what, we have to come and see him." Tie Yanmin said with a face full of sorrow.
Tie Yidao gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Alright, you don't want to leave, huh?"
Saying this, he took down the machete hanging on the wall.
The people in the courtyard hurriedly stopped him, pulling him aside and persuading him fervently.
