Lai San, who had been holding his father-in-law hostage in the corner, started discussing things again, impatiently staring at the ceiling.
He fired a shot, cursing and glaring at us fiercely: “You…you, and you…” “You two big-breasted, curvy sluts, bring that big black guy and that pretty boy over here.
If you dare say another word, we’ll shoot this old bastard in the arm first.” Lai San’s sudden outburst made us exchange glances.
“Stop!” Lai San called out to us, stopping us a few steps away.
The father-in-law, pale-faced, exhaled a foul breath: “Brother, how much money do you want?
Give me a number.” “Don’t be impulsive, everything can be discussed.” At the time, we thought Lai San, who had taken the father-in-law hostage, wanted to use him to escape while also demanding ransom.
We never imagined this guy was a complete psychopath with antisocial personality disorder.
“Smack!” He smashed the butt of his rifle into the father-in-law’s mouth and nose.
The father-in-law screamed in agony, his mouth filled with blood.
The mother-in-law cried out, “Old Shen!” She tried to step forward but was held back tightly by her mother.
Lai San, seeing the father-in-law’s pained silence, his lecherous eyes peeking out from behind the man’s head, erupted with madness: “So what if you have money!
Can money buy your life!
Huh!
Speak!” He pressed the gun against the father-in-law’s temple, his finger on the trigger, repeatedly pulling it back and forth.
The arm around the father-in-law’s neck tightened its grip.
My father-in-law wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, his face growing increasingly pale.
“I am Yue Luhua, Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission of Handong City.
Tell me your demands, but don’t harm the hostages.” My mother, her face cold, took a step closer, her brows furrowed.
Looking at the somewhat mentally unstable Lai San, she was unsure of her earlier plan.
Bang—!
Another unexpected gunshot rang out.
A bullet flew almost past my mother’s head, veering upwards and extinguishing a light bulb on the ceiling.
My legs went weak, but I gritted my teeth and rushed forward to protect my mother.
But Nick’s tall figure was faster than me, stepping in front of my mother, glaring angrily at that lunatic Lai San: “Hey, you idiot, what the hell are you unhappy about?
Come at me.” The word “idiot” left my lips, and I felt as if Nick had been shot.
Unexpectedly, Lai San withdrew his dark gun and retorted, “Fuck your mother, you big black donkey!
I’m just angry, why did I come after you?!” “Fuck, I cursed you!
You have to come at me!
With your little dick, you think you can fuck my mother?
You’re not worthy!” Seeing Nick’s idiotic outburst, actually arguing with a lunatic, I was worried that Lai San would fire again without warning, so I quietly tugged at my mother’s sleeve: “Mom…” My mother pushed Nick aside and whispered behind him, “Don’t do anything reckless.
Your father is still in his hands.
Don’t provoke him.” Nick, taking the push, pretended to stumble, took another step forward, and simultaneously held up five fingers behind his back, making the number five.
Behind him, we immediately understood from his subtle movement that he was trying to get close to Lai San.
Mom’s gaze towards Nick, which had initially been somewhat annoyed, softened slightly.
She glanced at me, her red lips parted, and she whispered, “Knife!” I nervously swallowed, using Nick’s tall frame as cover, and quietly tried to hand Mom the spring-loaded dagger hidden in my pocket.
“Fuck!” “Why don’t I deserve to fuck your mother!” Lai San, his expression excited, fired a shot near Nick’s feet.
As the gunshot rang out, Mom, her hands behind her back, stealthily took half a step forward.
“Don’t come any closer.
I don’t want to talk to you officials.
You’re all deceitful bloodsuckers.” Mom frowned at the manic Lai San, patted Nico’s shoulder, and quietly slipped the spring-loaded dagger hidden behind her back into Nick’s hand.
She then fixed Lai San with cold, peach-blossom eyes: “I can let you out, and I’ll guarantee your life.” Lai San’s antisocial personality disorder was quite severe.
He didn’t bother with any negotiation logic.
He smashed the butt of his gun against his increasingly pale father-in-law’s face, shouting furiously, “You female liar!
Who told you to speak?
Who told you to speak?!” Just as Lai San went berserk again, I saw Nick, taking advantage of Lai San’s attention being diverted to Mom, tuck the spring-loaded dagger behind his waist, and grab Mom’s shoulder.
Right in front of me, he pulled Mom into his arms.
Mom’s body stiffened, but she didn’t resist.
Just as I was watching, gritting my teeth in frustration, he turned back and beckoned to my mother-in-law, “Mom, come here too!” Standing behind and to the side, completely bewildered, my mother also turned her pretty face, “Huanqing, come here.” Taking this opportunity to turn her head, my mother gave me a reassuring look.
My mother-in-law pursed her red lips, walked to Nick’s other side, and he pulled her into his embrace, his arm around her slender waist.
Although Nick’s mother, whom he was holding on the right, was dressed somewhat old-fashionedly, her dignified and beautiful face, and her proudly erect breasts, made her undeniably alluring to any man.
His mother-in-law, with his left arm around her slender waist, possessed breasts of comparable size to his mother’s, though slightly softer, lacking the large, firm, and high firmness of hers.
However, her already alluring and mature buttocks, accentuated by the perfectly tailored fishtail skirt, were a veritable magnet for men.
With these two stunning mature women in his arms, Nick raised his chin: “Idiot, what do you think of my two chicks?” Even though I knew Nick was doing this to save my father-in-law, hearing him say that still infuriated me.
At that moment, I thought, “That bastard Nick is definitely taking advantage of my mother and mother-in-law!” But that damned black guy, wanting to continue provoking Lai San, turned his head to look at Xi Dong, who was standing at the entrance of the auditorium, nervously glancing in their direction: “See that?
That’s my girl too.
Let me tell you, her legs are so sexy.
With them on her shoulders, she’s absolutely the ultimate sex machine.” That day, at the unexpected birthday banquet, I heard the word “girlfriend.” Like everyone else, I assumed it was a pronoun about girlfriends popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan.
Later, by chance, I heard a literary master explain that “girlfriend” was actually another name for a chamber pot used by wealthy men in ancient times when they got up at night.
Only then did I understand why the word “girlfriend” sounded so jarring at the birthday banquet.
“You’re talking nonsense!” “I don’t believe you!” “What right do you, a black man, have?!
Tell me what right you have?!
I don’t believe you, I don’t believe you, I’m going to kill you all!” Lai San, hiding behind his father-in-law, jumped up and down in a fit of rage.
Judging from his appearance, Nick had already figured out the pulse of this lunatic.
Just as this lunatic was in a fit of rage, I saw my mother’s alluring figure lean against Nick’s chest, her head slightly tilted, whispering something.
Nick nodded calmly, patted my mother’s shoulder twice, and then hugged her tighter.
“You don’t believe me?
I can prove it to you.” As Nick spoke, I witnessed a large, dark hand pinching my mother-in-law’s full buttocks.
The force was so great that the flesh overflowed from between his fingers.
In an instant, her plump, ripe buttocks seemed like a toy, shaped into indescribably lewd forms by the dark hand.
His fingers sank deeply into the soft flesh, squeezing out several plump, alluring mounds of flesh, wrapped in rose-red lace, looking utterly wanton.
I was stunned, speechless for a long time.
My mother-in-law writhed her sexy waist in Nick’s arms, her glistening almond-shaped buttocks glaring at him.
Two blushes appeared on her beautiful, delicate round face.
However, the lewd scene didn’t stop; instead, it intensified.
My father-in-law, equally stunned, covered his bleeding mouth and nose, his pale face filled with disbelief.
At the birthday banquet, his adopted black son presented him with that ridiculous green hat, which was once again slapped onto his head—this time, for real.