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Donghu This once notorious gang leader in the underworld now lies in agony on the ground, his former dignity and dominance dissipating in this moment. His face contorts with a mix of fear, anger, and despair. His nose is nearly pulverized, fresh blood flowing continuously from the shattered nostrils, each breath tearing at his lungs and causing unbearable pain.
Donghu is filled with grief, indignation, and fear. He realizes that his reign has ended, his power a thing of the past. His position in the underworld, his authority, and even his life have become fragile in this moment. He feels a deep despair, so profound that it cannot be put into words. His eyes gaze blurry at the ceiling, sensing that he is gradually losing his grip on this world.
He saw Lin Wanqing and Lin Fan coldly disconnecting his brother's life support equipment, and this scene tore at his heart. His brother, his only family, was helplessly losing his life, and he was powerless to stop it. This was not just the taking of his brother's life, but also the complete destruction of his own dignity. In Donghu's heart, fear and anger intertwined into an unbreakable despair.
Donghu coughed weakly, emitting a hoarse and feeble cry from his throat. His body trembled continuously, and the pain made every breath difficult. His eyes gradually lost focus, but in this final moment, his heart was filled with a determination for life and a refusal to accept fate.
In the wreckage of the bar, Donghu struggled in pain, trying to muster his last bit of strength. His face was pale, filled with unwillingness and panic. He tried to stand up, but his body felt bound by invisible chains, every movement seemed unusually heavy and difficult.
Donghu was filled with struggle and pain, unwilling to leave this world quietly. He wanted to leave dramatically, just as he had lived, but reality cruelly pushed him into the depths of despair.
He used all his strength to try to move his limbs, but they seemed to have turned into heavy iron blocks, unresponsive. His body kept trembling, pain and despair intertwining in his eyes. Every attempt ended in failure, his strength seemed to be mercilessly drained away, leaving only weak trembling and a longing for life.
Lin Fan walked slowly towards the fallen Donghu, his steps light and steady. He squatted down, looking directly at Donghu with a hint of inexplicable pity and helplessness in his eyes. Donghu looked up at Lin Fan with eyes full of pain and confusion.
Lin Fan gently patted Donghu's cheek and spoke with a hint of sarcasm and sadness: "I told you not to be so forceful, but you just had to provoke me, didn't you?" His palm was affectionate yet playful, as if lightly punishing a disobedient child.
Lin Fan continued slowly, "Didn't I tell you from the beginning? Everything would have been fine if we just had a drink together. But you had to blow things out of proportion..." His words revealed a sense of helplessness and sympathy towards Donghu, "Look at this... sigh, it's really unfortunate!" His voice carried a hint of lament, seemingly reflecting on the unpredictability of fate and the fragility of human nature.
Donghu listened to Lin Fan's words, filled with regret and helplessness. He knew that everything was beyond repair, and his arrogance and anger had ultimately led to his destruction. He lay there weakly, filled with endless sorrow and emptiness. In Lin Fan's words, Donghu felt the end of his life, a once domineering underworld figure now reduced to such a fate, truly a mockery of fate.
Lin Fan's tone carried a hint of calm and ruthlessness as he looked down at Donghu lying on the ground, continuing to explain calmly, "You, both of your lungs have been bleeding from my blows. Now your lungs are necrotizing, and soon you will find it difficult to breathe, choked to death by your own blood." Lin Fan's words sounded like a verdict, foretelling Donghu's tragic fate.
Donghu's body trembled slightly as he tried to speak, but it had become extremely difficult due to the pain and lack of oxygen. His eyes revealed deep panic and despair as he realized that his life was rapidly slipping away. His once imposing and intimidating image was now that of a helpless and miserable criminal. Struggling in extreme pain, his breathing became rapid and difficult, each breath feeling like a final chance at life against the grim reaper. His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but ultimately unable to make any sound. His eyes filled with tears of despair, reflecting his inner powerlessness and sadness.
Lin Fan watched Donghu's struggle with eyes that did not show any pity, only a cold objectivity. For a villain like Donghu, Lin Fan knew that the outcome he suffered was nothing but the inevitable result of his lifetime of evil deeds. In this dark night, the bar was filled with Donghu's screams and despair, and Lin Fan was the executor of it all, calmly watching his end. At this moment, Chen Yi hurried to Donghu's side, his eyes filled with confusion and anxiety. As he looked at the barely breathing Donghu, a hint of sympathy surged in his heart. He quickly took out his phone, intending to call an ambulance, but in the instant he pressed the dial button, Lin Wanqing swiftly intervened, knocking his phone to the ground with a palm.
Chen Yi looked up at Lin Wanqing in surprise and asked, "Why? We should save him!" His voice carried an incredulous shock, and his eyes revealed confusion and dissatisfaction with this approach.
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