Yan Jiuchao meant what he said. Even though the woman's head was bleeding, he still demanded one hand.
Hu'zi's father's hand.
Hu'zi's father had been hiding in the crowd with his tail between his legs. He did not look at his son or his wife. He did not know how the other party recognized him as Hu'zi's father.
Yan Jiuchao did not like blood.
Shadow Thirteen pulled him to the backyard to chop his hand off.
It was not unjust to chop him up. He had pushed his son and wife out to work while he hid in the house and counted his money. When something happened, he wished he could clear himself of the blame on the spot. It was already a blessing to chop off one of such a vicious and irresponsible man's hands.
Hu'zi's father's scream echoed throughout the house.
