Zhuang Datou had already prepared for the worst. Since his family wasn't going to let him live in peace, then no one would. If not for his master's kindness, he would still just be a slave now. He had finally secured a bright future. He had even thought about sending his child to an academy after his wife gave birth, so they could elevate their family's status. But now he saw clearly: no matter how hard he worked, his family was determined to make him carry them all forward. His previous plans were nothing but a pipe dream. Since they were all going to hell anyway, why should he show any mercy? The worst-case scenario would just be him signing another deed of sale and moving to a new place, far away from this family.
Zhuang Tian's chest heaved violently with anger. Just as he was about to curse this unfilial son, he heard his younger brother exclaim from behind. He turned around to look, and to his horror, the old man had fallen straight backward, lying stiffly on the ground.
