Touching the deformed bone fragments, Du Heng felt a chill crawl down his spine. How much force must it have taken to inflict such an injury?
Unconsciously, Du Heng glanced back at Liang Hehai's two sons again.
Both sons were a bit younger than Du Heng. They were sturdy young men in their early twenties, but neither of them was good news.
The eldest son went to the city in his teens to get involved in the underworld society. He had done some shady jobs a few years prior before landing a job at the slaughterhouse. He was said to be somewhat mentally unstable now.
People said he beat his wife viciously. It was so bad that she disappeared without a trace before her confinement period ended and didn't even return to her maternal family.
The second son wasn't any better—he was an avid gambler. He supposedly won the money to marry his wife through gambling.
As if gambling wasn't enough, like his brother, he was a ruthless person, not just towards his family but also towards himself.
