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He initially thought that with such conditions, Lu Xiaoran would definitely agree. However, on the other side of the video, Lu Xiaoran still appeared indecisive, silently shaking his head at the camera.
Wang Fugui felt a bit irritated; at such a critical moment, he was still hesitating. He believed that Lu Xiaoran simply wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.
"Get to it, you guys. Start by beating this man. Don't stop until he's dead," Wang Fugui shouted, pointing at Lu Zhengjun.
The villagers harbored deep hatred for Lu Xiaoran, so they showed no mercy towards his family.
Quickly, the already weak Lu Zhengjun was beaten into submission, barely moving at all. Wang Fugui stepped forward to confirm that Lu Zhengjun had indeed breathed his last before turning back to the video and saying to Lu Xiaoran, "See? Your Second Uncle is dead. If you continue to hesitate, Aunt Er and Cousin will also lose their lives."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaoran waved his hand dismissively and said, "No way, you should lower your demands."
Wang Fugui's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he pointed at Liu Huilan and loudly called out to the nearby villagers, "Go on, beat this woman to death too."
The villagers rushed towards Liu Huilan and began to pummel her mercilessly, showing no restraint simply because she was a woman.
Liu Huilan looked towards the video where Lu Xiaoran was and her eyes were filled with resentment. Over the past few days, she had been hoping for Lu Xiaoran to come and save them. But now that her husband had just been killed and Lu Xiaoran had taken no action, she felt that his inaction was even more despicable than those beating her.
Summoning her last ounce of strength, she shouted at the camera, "Lu Xiaoran, you ungrateful wretch... We raised you all this time for nothing."
Lu Xiaoran looked at her expressionlessly and shrugged dismissively.
Before long, Liu Huilan lost even the strength to curse; after being beaten by the villagers in turns, she became too weak and soon breathed her last.
Seeing that Liu Huilan was also dead, Wang Fugui turned to look at Lu Xiaoran and continued speaking to him: "If you agree now, we can spare your Cousin's life. Have you made up your mind?"
Lu Xiaoran remained silent, merely shaking his head to himself.
Wang Fugui's face darkened as he turned back to the villagers and ordered harshly, "Beat that kid to death too."
The villagers surged forward, their fists raining down on Lu Zihau like a storm.
Having just witnessed his parents being brutally killed, Lu Zihau felt utterly hopeless. He knew that Lu Xiaoran would not come to save him now; all he wanted was to curse this scoundrel named Lu Xiaoran.
Lu Zihau lifted his head, glaring fiercely at the screen where Lu Xiaoran was, his toothless mouth mumbling incoherently as he cursed at him.
"You're such a bastard... I curse you to die a terrible death."
Lu Xiaoran glanced at Lu Zihau, a faint smile creeping onto his lips. To him, the sight of Zihau's impotent rage was nothing short of amusing.
Before long, under the relentless fists and kicks of the villagers, Lu Zihau couldn't hold on any longer and met his demise.
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