Chapter 437: Those Who Commit Injustice Will Surely Meet Their End

Wang Yun’s verbal barrage was relentless, a storm of righteous fury.

Every word, especially after Xiao Gang’s pointed accusations, struck home like arrows. The father and son stood frozen, utterly speechless.

Most affected was Mao Guo, the old man in his sixties at the forefront. Gone was the pride and confidence that once marked his presence. Now, his face flushed red with shame, his eyes filled with helpless confusion.

A moment later, Mao Guo’s lips began to tremble, and his shoulders quivered.

When he looked at Wang Yun again, there was nothing left in his eyes but a final, desperate plea.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wang… please… have mercy on me.”

“My son and I… we were wrong. Everything I did today… I see it now. If you’re willing to forgive us, I’ll do whatever you ask of this old man!”

And then, to everyone’s astonishment—

Thud!

Mao Guo dropped to his knees.

“Dad!”

“Mr. Mao!”

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?!”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Mao Yan rushed forward to help his father up, but the old man wouldn’t budge. His knees seemed rooted to the ground, immovable.

“Don’t touch me!” Mao Guo snapped, voice hoarse with anguish.

He had lived through much in his life. He’d built a career, watched his son come of age, made a name for himself in both the village and the city. He had power. He had influence.

But pride… pride leads to arrogance. And arrogance? It always comes with a price.

Reality was now making him pay.

This was it—the wall they’d slammed into, the consequences of crossing the wrong man.

Wang Yun wasn’t someone they could afford to offend.

And Mao Guo knew what would come next: everything he’d built would collapse. His name would be dragged through the mud. The people who once smiled at him would now whisper, point, and laugh.

He couldn’t accept that.

He wanted to salvage what little dignity remained. He wanted to hold on, to pretend it wasn’t too late.

So, Mao Guo knelt.

He crushed what pride he had left beneath his knees.

Because what was pride, when everything else was about to crumble?

“Mr. Wang! I truly beg for your forgiveness. On behalf of my son, and on behalf of everyone else, I bow my head in repentance. Just like Little Wan and her family once bowed their heads, just like those business partners of mine who once groveled before me. I, Mao Guo, made a terrible mistake today. I should never have used my position to bully others. I should never have let my son go down this path. They say, ‘If a son goes astray, the father is to blame.’ I accept that. I’ll take full responsibility. But please, I beg Little Wan and your family, give us a chance to make this right!”

His voice cracked with every sentence, each word shouted in desperation.

Tears streamed down Mao Guo’s weathered face.

Beside him, Mao Yan collapsed to his knees as well, sobbing uncontrollably.

Around them, the workers, villagers, and Wang Yun’s livestream audience watched in stunned silence.

The change was too sudden, too raw.

No one knew what to say.

Because deep down, everyone has a heart. And when faced with someone genuinely repentant, even anger begins to soften.

Xiao Gang looked to Wang Yun. The fury that had been burning in his eyes just moments ago was now gone, replaced by something almost like pity.

On the livestream, soft-hearted viewers—especially the girls—couldn’t help but speak up.

“This is heartbreaking. He may not be a good man, but he’s definitely a good father!”

“Why did it have to come to this? Seeing a man in his sixties kneeling like this… it’s just too much!”

“Why does he need to beg on his knees? If something goes wrong, can’t he just fix it? Why go so far?”

“Don’t be fooled. If anyone else livestreamed this, they’d end up the same way!”

“The Mao family. Father and son. They’re just like a cheating husband begging for forgiveness!”

“This isn’t repentance! It’s desperation for fame, fortune, and survival. They’re only kneeling because they’ve lost!”

Some, overcome with emotion, tried to defend the Mao family.

But most of the audience remained rational, cutting to the heart of the issue. The truth was simple: the Mao family had done real harm. And they weren’t victims.

“Big Brother…”

Xiao Gang’s voice broke the silence. He was waiting for Wang Yun’s decision.

Wang Yun didn’t respond right away. He had been watching Mao Guo’s face and Mao Yan’s eyes.

Mao Guo looked genuinely broken.

But Mao Yan? Even through his tears, Wang Yun could still see it—resentment. Smoldering in the boy’s eyes like embers waiting for fuel.

Everyone present turned to Wang Yun. 

Even though they couldn’t see his face clearly, the presence of this tall, thin man was commanding.

He was the one who would end this farce.

With one sentence, he could decide the fate of both men.

“Those who commit evil will inevitably destroy themselves.”

Wang Yun finally spoke.

There was no sarcasm in his voice. Only calm, cold finality.

“We really know we were wrong, Mr. Wang!” Mao Yan cried out, trying to grab Wang Yun’s pant leg.

But Wang Yun took a step back. And his next words shattered all hope.

“Adults must pay the price for their actions. If a simple apology were enough, why would we need the police?”

His voice was icy. Void of compassion.

Then, for the first time, Wang Yun turned the livestream camera toward himself.

It was the first time he had shown his face on stream, though in truth, it made no difference. He was too heavily masked to be recognizable.