Chapter 1385: Rules Are Rules

Following the gunshot, the bullet pierced through the tea table, carrying a scorching heat wave, and drilled into Fan Mingyuan's lower leg.

Immediately after, there was another bang, and the door was kicked open with great force from the outside.

Fan Mingyuan grabbed the edge of the tea table with one hand, flipped the tea table away with force, and quickly grabbed the gun in Tong Mingsheng's hand with the other.

"Bang bang..."

Two burly men rushed in with guns in their hands. Before they could see the situation inside clearly, two blood flowers burst out on their chests.

Following the sound of the two burly men falling heavily to the ground, Fan Mingyuan threw the gun aside and grabbed a strip torn from the bedsheet.

He tied his injured lower leg tightly. The expression on his face remained calm, as if the injured leg didn't belong to him.

After dressing the wound, Fan Mingyuan got off the bed, put on his shoes, took the gun, and went into the courtyard, then squatted down beside the Tibetan Mastiff.

The Tibetan Mastiff's fur stood up again, its head lowered, hissing and growling, but it didn't dare to attack.

Fan Mingyuan raised his hand to stroke the Tibetan Mastiff's fur. It was obvious that the beast shivered.

"Do you know, from childhood to adulthood, whether it's a person or a beast, those who dare to bare their teeth at me are already dead."

Fan Mingyuan patted the Tibetan Mastiff's head very gently, and his tone became increasingly gentle.

"I know you're very afraid in your heart, but rules are rules. My opponent cannot break them, and you, a beast, even more so cannot break them."

"Bang!"

Fan Mingyuan held the gun, pressed it against the Tibetan Mastiff's head, and pulled the trigger.

The Tibetan Mastiff's body just twitched once, then fell into stillness.

Fan Mingyuan threw the gun aside, then got up and returned to the room, found a knife, and skinned the Tibetan Mastiff.

Then he cleaned it, chopped it into pieces, and finally threw it into a pot. By the time the dog meat was cooked, it was already dark.

This guy was very familiar with the place and went straight to the wine cellar in the back. White wine, red wine, fruit wine—everything was available.

He picked up a bottle of red wine with English labels, turned back to the front, moved the tea table that had been somewhat deformed by the fall onto the bed-couch.

Then he helped Tong Mingsheng's corpse up and sat it against the wall.

"Mingsheng, do you smell the fragrance of the stewed dog meat?" Fan Mingyuan opened the red wine and placed it on the tea table: "I told you long ago to kill that Tibetan Mastiff of yours and stew it for meat, but you just wouldn't do it.

Today I finally killed it, and it's stewing in the pot right now. It's just that the dog is a bit old, so the meat isn't easy to stew. It's been more than two hours, and it's still not quite tender."

Fan Mingyuan muttered to himself, picked up the teacup that had fallen onto the bed-couch, placed it on the tea table, and filled it with wine.

"Wait a moment, I'll go see if the dog meat is stewed."

Fan Mingyuan went to the kitchen, checked the stewed dog meat, fished out a piece to taste, and nodded with great satisfaction.

Then he found a small basin, filled it with dog meat, and walked to the front with a full face of smiles.

"Mingsheng, your dog is a bit old, but it's really fragrant when stewed."

He placed the dog meat on the tea table, took off his shoes, got on the bed-couch, and picked up the wine glass.

"Come on, let's have a toast."

Fan Mingyuan raised the teacup, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Tong Mingsheng's corpse.

"What, not giving me face, don't want to drink?"

Time seemed to stop. Fan Mingyuan's face slowly became gloomy.

With a slap, he put the teacup down heavily, stood up, and bent down to pick up the teacup in front of Tong Mingsheng.

"Mingsheng, really not giving me face, don't want to drink?"

The blood on the wound on Tong Mingsheng's neck had already congealed. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were bulging out of their sockets; clearly, he had died with deep resentment.

"What's going on, don't want to drink, and still glaring at me? It seems you are very unconvinced."

Fan Mingyuan's eyes were filled with malice; he reached out, grabbed Tong Mingsheng's mouth, and poured the wine from the teacup into it.

"Hehehe..."

Watching the red wine flow down from the corner of Tong Mingsheng's mouth, just like blood, Fan Mingyuan's face turned red with excitement.

"You really are someone who refuses a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, forcing me to pour it for you."

Saying this, he put down the teacup, sat down slowly, and picked up the wine bottle to pour wine.

"This time, you have to drink honestly, don't make me angry and affect the feelings between us brothers."

This guy muttered to himself, drinking cup after cup of wine, and whenever he thought of something that made him angry, he would pour it into Tong Mingsheng's mouth.

When a bottle of red wine was finished, he went to the wine cellar to get fruit wine. When the fruit wine was finished, he went to get white wine.

He didn't know how much he had drunk, but Fan Mingyuan flopped down and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the sky outside was just beginning to brighten. He tilted his head and glanced at Tong Mingsheng, who was sitting against the wall, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Mingsheng, you didn't sleep all night, aren't you tired?"

Fan Mingyuan turned over and sat up, went to the kitchen to heat up the dog meat, and then brought it to the front and placed it on the tea table.

"Drank a bit too much last night, so I won't drink this morning, let's eat some dog meat."

This guy lowered his head, not caring about the heat, grabbed a bone, and started gnawing.

By the time he was almost finished eating, he remembered Tong Mingsheng.

"Mingsheng, why aren't you eating?"

He picked up a piece of bone and stuffed it into Tong Mingsheng's mouth.

"You eat it yourself, I have to go. Let's meet again on the Yellow Springs road."

Fan Mingyuan got off the ground, put on his shoes, picked up his cotton coat and put it on, put on his hat, wrapped his scarf, and walked out the door.

It was snowing again, and it was snowing very heavily.

Fan Mingyuan looked up at the gloomy sky and the large snowflakes falling.

"The snow in the north this year just won't stop."

He stood there in a daze for a while before walking away.

After walking for more than half an hour, he arrived at a bus stop.

After waiting for another half an hour, the first bus finally arrived.

Fan Mingyuan got on the bus. Except for the driver and the conductor, there wasn't a single passenger on the bus.

He took out a one-yuan paper bill from his cotton coat pocket.

"Keep the change."

The conductor rolled her eyes, found the change in her money pouch, and handed it to Fan Mingyuan.

"We don't accept tips here, you'd better take your money."

Fan Mingyuan smiled, took the money, and put it into his pocket.

Because it was snowing outside, the road surface was quite slippery, and the bus drove very slowly.

Twenty minutes later, Fan Mingyuan got off the bus and got on another bus.

He sat by the window, watching the scenery outside, his eyes filled with a lingering reluctance.

"The Municipal Public Security Bureau has arrived, please passengers get off from the back door, the next stop is..."

Fan Mingyuan came back to his senses, got up and got off at the back door, and then stood there looking at the solemn gate not far away.

If he had a choice, he would definitely go on the road with Tong Mingsheng.

But the elder said that the case from more than ten years ago must have an explanation.

So he didn't even have the power to choose how he died; he had to accept the judgment of the law and die on the execution ground.

If he didn't accept it, that case from back then would definitely be dug deeper, and many people in the Fan family would die because of him.

Even his big brother Fan Mingqing might not escape death.

Fan Mingyuan took off his scarf and greedily breathed in the air.

Because this was the last time in his life he would breathe free air.

After a while, he straightened his collar and walked toward the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau with a smile on his face.

The wound on his leg burst open, and blood dripped down his trouser leg.

But the smile on his face remained, and his steps were still powerful. ===== CHAPTER 1386 =====