"Actually, Zhao Haichao has only sexually assaulted one child."

After speaking, she put down her heels, smiled slightly in Zhao Hongguang's stunned eyes, and reminded: "I don't know if you remember that one year you and Zhao Haichao were drinking at home, and both of them were drunk, did you arrange Zhao Haichao to sleep in the guest room?" ”

The room was connected to Zhao Rui's room.

And Zhao Rui was still young at the time, and she never locked the door when she slept.

Gong Yu's reminder evoked Zhao Hongguang's memory, and at the same time, a terrifying thought also appeared in his mind, and he looked up at Zhao Haichao in disbelief.

Zhao Haichao also seemed to feel Zhao Hongguang's gaze, and raised his head in fright, his eyes full of apology and regret.

Gong Yu retreated.

Zhao Hongguang and Zhao Haichao were taken out of Zhenbao Zhai.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Hongguang shouted as if he was crazy: "Ah-Zhao Haichao, you scumbag, I want to kill you." ”

I don't know where Zhao Hongguang got the strength, he broke free from the clamps of the Yan Ying Clan, took out the fruit knife hidden in his pocket, and rushed towards Zhao Haichao.

Zhao Haichao was caught by the Yan Ying Clan, and there was no chance to resist at all.

"Poof—"

The sharp blade inserted into Zhao Haichao's body.

The bright red blood stained Zhao Hongguang's hands and also stained Zhao Haichao's clothes.

The smell of death filled the air, and many timid people turned pale with fright, and adults covered the eyes of children.

stabbed with a knife, Zhao Hongguang didn't seem to be able to eliminate the hatred in his heart, and pulled out the knife and thrust fiercely.

After five or six knives, Zhao Haichao didn't even have the strength to scream.

Wounds, blurred flesh and blood.

He hung like a rag on the hands of the team members, the bright red hot blood plasma kept vomiting out of his mouth, and his eyes were scattered with inexplicable relief.

That year, he got drunk, went to the wrong room when he got up to go to the toilet, and lay on Zhao Rui's bed, mistaking Zhao Rui for his unforgettable first love as a child.

When she woke up, Zhao Rui was already in a coma.

Zhao Haichao knew that he had made the biggest mistake in his life.

He was afraid, frightened, timid, and finally ran back to his room in a panic in guilt, pretending that nothing had happened.

He can't let this affect his relationship with Zhao Hongguang, and he can't ruin his career and his future.

He has concealed this concealment for more than ten years.

In the past ten years, his heart has been condemned countless times, and he has been living in remorse and unable to forgive himself in public.

Now, he can finally atone for his sins.

At the moment before Zhao Haichao took his breath, he suddenly showed a guilty smile at Zhao Hongguang, and used his last strength to say what he had always wanted to say.

"Hongguang, I'm sorry."

He really cherishes his friendship with Zhao Hongguang.

Zhao Hongguang watched Zhao Haichao's remorseful eyes slowly close, and he couldn't help but feel endless emptiness instead of the pleasure of revenge.

Zhao Haichao is dead.

Zhao Hongguang coldly held the hilt of the knife in a daze.

It wasn't until the people of the Flame Underworld Team pulled him away that he came back to his senses and cried hysterically, not knowing what he was crying about.

Zhao Haichao's body was carried away, and Zhao Hongguang was also locked up, and finally sentenced to life imprisonment for intentional homicide, and he will spend the rest of his life in prison.

The incident ended, and the crowd dispersed.

Under the cleaning of the Yan Ying Clan, the antique street has once again returned to its original appearance, and there is no trace of death at all.