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Chapter 570 Regret...?

After a long while, the dean opened his eyes again, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain.

He reached out and pushed away the two people supporting him, then staggered toward Feng Jianguo, who was lying on the ground, covered in cold sweat.

Every step seemed so difficult, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on him.

However, it's normal to feel so much pressure when encountering something like this.

Is he telling the truth?

Finally, the dean walked up to Feng Jianguo. He stared at him, his lips trembling slightly, and managed to squeeze out a sentence.

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing endless despair and sorrow.

The dean, who had been quite energetic, suddenly looked old and haggard after learning about this, as if all his vitality had been drained away.

His once straight back involuntarily hunched over, and he looked listless.

"Uncle, I..."

Feng Jianguo wanted to say something, but the dean did not give him a chance to answer.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped Feng Jianguo hard across the face with all his might.

The slap was so powerful that Feng Jianguo's head snapped to the side, making a crisp "smack" sound.

"uncle--"

At the shout, Feng Jianguo turned his head in astonishment, his gaze fixed on the dean, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something.

However, before he could even utter a word, two sharp "slaps" rang out, and the dean's slaps landed on his other cheek like a sudden storm.

The sudden slaps caught Feng Jianguo off guard, and his face swelled up instantly, as if it had been roasted.

Two bright red handprints were now clearly imprinted on his once fair face, like two glaring red lanterns, standing out starkly against his features.

"I--"

Feng Jianguo was clearly stunned by the two slaps. He subconsciously wanted to explain, but before he could utter a single word, the dean's slap landed again as if by magic.

"Snapped--"

This slap was harder than the previous one, and Feng Jianguo's body trembled violently, almost causing him to lose his footing.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, slowly flowing down his chin.

Although the dean was furious and Feng Jianguo was indeed reaping what he sowed, this dramatic scene still made the children, who didn't quite understand what was going on, chuckle quietly.

"Pfft-"

"whee--"

These innocent laughs sounded particularly jarring in the otherwise tranquil environment, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Moreover, because the scene had been so quiet before, these few soft laughs seemed to be amplified and clearly reached everyone's ears.

Of course, besides the children, some staff members were also secretly laughing, but they didn't dare to be as blatant as the children.

After all, it's obvious that if Feng Jianguo is capable of such a thing, then this must not be the first time he's abused his privilege as the director's nephew to act arrogantly and domineeringly in this welfare home.

One can imagine that probably none of the ordinary staff members could escape his oppression.

Now, seeing him beaten to such a pitiful state, it's quite remarkable that everyone can hold back their laughter.

you?!!!

Hearing the children's laughter, Feng Jianguo's anger was instantly ignited, as if it were about to burst forth.

He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at the group of children with eyes full of anger and hostility, trying to find out who was so brazenly mocking him.

However, when he looked closely, he found that some children were staring at him blankly and expressionlessly; while others looked like wilted eggplants, with their heads down and their eyelids almost closing, looking exactly like they were drowsy.

In short, no matter how hard Feng Jianguo searched, he could never determine which little devils were laughing at him behind his back.

How dare you scare these poor little creatures?! That's absolutely outrageous!

Just then, the dean's stern, thunderous roar echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

At the same time, a hand swiftly and unexpectedly slapped Feng Jianguo across the cheek, producing a crisp and loud "smack!"

This palm strike was not only extremely powerful, but also incredibly fast, so much so that Feng Jianguo didn't even have time to react.

Uncle! Waaaaah...

At this moment, Feng Jianguo had no time to care about the burning pain on his face. He covered his red, swollen and hot face while looking at the dean with teary eyes, his eyes filled with endless grievances and resentment.

I......

Shut up! Don't speak yet, wait until I finish!

Feng Jianguo opened his mouth again, about to say something, but before he could speak, the dean interrupted him mercilessly.

At this moment, the dean was noticeably calmer than before, even unusually so, as if he had completely come to terms with something.

Before this, the dean had already read through most of the document that Moros had given him, and was fully aware of what Feng Jianguo had done.

This document contains not only detailed and well-organized information, but also numerous related photographs as supporting evidence.

Faced with such irrefutable evidence, even though the dean was extremely reluctant to believe that his nephew had actually dared to commit such a crime, the facts spoke louder than words, leaving him no choice but to believe it.

There's no point in saying more now. I will immediately report this to the police and ask them to handle your offense according to the law. As for the rest of your life... you'll just have to spend the rest of your time in prison doing hard labor!

After a moment of silence, the dean slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Jianguo.

After saying this, the dean seemed to want to add something else, but in the end he hesitated and just sighed deeply.

Then he turned and staggered toward the room, leaving Feng Jianguo alone, watching the dean walk away until he disappeared from sight.

Uncle! Uncle! Please, please save me! I don't want to die!

Feng Jianguo knelt on both knees, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with despair and fear as he watched the dean walk away.

Please, Uncle! I really can't bear to die! I'll do anything to stay alive...

His eyes seemed to be full of regret, but even more so, they were filled with disbelief and a roar of anger that refused to accept his fate.

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