Shocking! The young educated youth had just arrived and was already clashing with spies.

Chapter 600 More Sensitive Than Sensitive Skin

Zhou Yichen looked at Gao Ziyou and saw that his expression was almost insane. He was so excited by his own father's pain that he couldn't help but tremble, as if he wished the man would die at any moment. Zhou Yichen felt a headache coming on.

Although he and Gao Ziyou had always disliked each other, and he himself had been deliberately targeted by Gao Ziyou, he still sincerely hoped that his comrade-in-arms would not go to extremes because of their previously fragile camaraderie.

However, Gao Ziyou always manages to do things unexpectedly on the path of courting death, and no one can save him from it.

"Gao Ziyou, stop now."

The few dry words sounded more like something that had to be said to appease Old Master Gao.

Chu Xin subconsciously bit her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud. She turned her head and saw that, sure enough, Old Master Gao's face, which was not fair to begin with, had turned black.

Tut tut...

Gao's father's face was completely out of control. He could hear what they were saying, but he couldn't defend himself, let alone stand up and run away. He writhed and twitched on the ground like a maggot, howling "Ahhh!" at Gao Ziyou with his bleeding mouth.

He wanted to roar and curse his unfilial son, no, he shouldn't have been born in the first place!

"Tch! You want to scold me? Or do you want to fool me into obeying you like before? It's just a pity that I can no longer hear you speak!" Gao Ziyou is now the perfect embodiment of taking advantage of someone's weakness, afraid that if he doesn't say a few words, his father will have a chance to catch his breath.

Treason! The traitor deserves to die! !

Mr. Gao was filled with hatred. His heavy breathing indicated that he was furious. His existing illness was becoming more and more obvious, and even his head began to ache unbearably. Accompanied by nausea, he soon vomited.

When Grandma Gao saw this, she quickly went to tidy him up, but before she could get close, Mr. Gao closed his eyes and fainted.

He buried his face in his own vomit, and the whole scene looked grotesquely disgusting.

Grandma Gao clung to his shoulders and wept bitterly, repeatedly calling out, "My son."

Chu Xin frowned and turned her head. She wanted to watch the show, but she didn't expect the ending to be so uncomfortable. It was too disgusting.

At this point, it would be unreasonable for Zhou Yichen not to move. He suppressed his nausea, grabbed Gao's father by the back of his collar, lifted him up, and moved him to a clean place. To make it easier for Gao's mother to wipe him, he even turned him over.

With his body stiff and still trembling, Old Master Gao felt his vision going from black to bright, from clear to blurry, and his heart was pounding so hard that he felt a dull ache.

He knew he was in trouble; he was so angry he was losing his temper, and if he didn't control himself, he'd be done for today. He quickly banished all other thoughts and shouted loudly to the people outside, "Help! Someone, help!"

Actually, the people outside wanted to come in when Old Master Gao first called for help, but they didn't dare to move after hearing Gao Ziyou's rebellious words. Besides, the people who were allowed to stay in the old house to handle matters were all trustworthy, so they knew that Gao Ziyou was ruthless when he got going, and they didn't want to go up there and get beaten up for nothing.

Now that they heard people calling for help from inside the house for the second time, they had no choice but to go in, no matter how unwilling they were.

I just didn't expect the condition inside the house to be so terrible.

Although Gao Ziyou kept making a fuss, he wasn't actually much better than his father.

Summer clothes are thin, and his back was already torn and bleeding from so many blows, yet he kept moving around as if nothing had happened. Now, his clothes, which were originally stained with mottled blood, were completely red.

"Grandpa, which one should we save?"

Old Master Gao felt another pang in his heart. What kind of talk was this? Of course, it was about the one who was lying there unable to move. He was about to scold him when he noticed the newcomer's gaze lingering on Gao Ziyou. So he looked closely and saw that Gao Ziyou's entire back was stained red with blood.

His hand trembled uncontrollably, and Old Master Gao felt another pang of pain in his heart. He was even more grateful that he hadn't spoken his words aloud, otherwise there would have been absolutely no chance for him and his grandson to reconcile.

"Nonsense! Of course we'll save them both! Hurry up!"

He thought he had said the right thing, but Gao Ziyou had already noticed that obvious pause. He was more sensitive than sensitive skin now, and that one pause was enough for him to continue venting his resentment.

"What's the point of saving them? There's no need to save them, let's all die together!"

He yelled and rushed towards his father on the ground.