Chapter 152: A Demon Dwells in Every Heart

Father Su’s alcohol tolerance was quite poor; a single sip was enough to initiate his transformation sequence.

Knowing he tended to cause trouble, the sober-minded Father Su actually didn’t dare to drink anymore, at least not for the moment.

However, Su Tong was currently consumed by a towering rage; how could Father Su refuse just because he said so?

He forcefully forced Father Su to swallow a mouthful of white liquor.

As soon as the alcohol hit his stomach, Father Su changed completely. His eyes slowly narrowed into slits resembling mung beans, his boldness surged, and he snatched the wine glass from Su Tong’s hand, sitting down by the table to tear open a bag of peanuts Su Tong had bought back.

Li Wen stared dumbly at this scene.

Psychiatric patients possessed boundless thoughts; let alone her, even with Su Tong’s and the little demon’s intelligence, they could not comprehend the world of Father Su’s demonic persona.

"You turtle’s son, you finally know how to show filial piety to your old man. Not bad, not bad. It turns out the old man didn't raise this good-for-nothing for nothing all these years. This liquor is good; usually, I’d be too stingy to buy it." Father Su drank a few mouthfuls of wine himself and tossed a few peanuts into his mouth.

Li Wen was dumbfounded. Was this really the same meek and submissive Father Su from moments ago?

"Drink your wine." Su Tong was much calmer now, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "By the way, curse the President of the country for us to hear, or the Secretary-General of the United Nations, or the US Presidents Obama and George W. Bush, or whoever."

The demonic Father Su took a sip of wine, a bizarre smile hanging at the corner of his mouth: "The President is worth nothing, and what the hell is the Secretary-General of the United Nations? Back in the day, your old man started from scratch, rising from a construction contractor to a big boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions, countless women, even several female college students..."

Li Wen found herself temporarily unable to process this. Was this Father Su... still the meek and submissive Father Su?

His personality changed way too fast. Even a shadow emperor would have to immediately drop to his knees and kowtow in utter admiration.

"Wenwen, you recognize that small supermarket at the entrance of the village, right? Go back and buy a few more bottles for me, the white liquor kind." Su Tong pushed Li Wen out the door.

Li Wen went out in a daze. Today's spectacle was simply too incredible; she couldn't accept it at all.

The drinking Father Su was utterly obnoxious. What kind of person was this? Walking down the path, Li Wen secretly glanced behind her, discovering no one. She couldn't help but whisper under her breath, "Scumbag, scum..."

The more Father Su drank, the more excited he became, dancing and gesticulating, cursing the heavens and the earth, cursing fathers and mothers, ranging from the national president all to the village's Second Dog—everyone caught stray bullets.

"Drink more." Su Tong endured it as his demonic father cursed him, showing no reaction at all.

His sole objective was to keep the demonic Father Su drinking incessantly.

Prompted by Su Tong, the demonic Father Su drank cup after cup.

"Turtle’s son, I heard you've been doing pretty well out there lately. Show some filial piety and give your old man some household money. I gambled away all my money the night before last, damn it, what rotten luck..." the demonic Father Su cursed and muttered.

"Drink up, drink up," Su Tong reminded him.

The demonic Father Su poured himself another drink and drank again.

"Those two little wild seeds are better than seed from an old man like you. They know how to please me, washing clothes and cooking. They bought me lots of delicious food, but wild seeds are wild seeds—don't they know that all I like is smoking, drinking, and gambling? Heh, I'd like to whore around too, wonder why I haven't had the interest these past two years, nor the ability. Heh, impotent, it's good to be impotent..." The demonic Father Su smiled bizarrely.

"Drink. Drinking is good." Su Tong’s expression was terrifyingly dark, his eyes fixed dead on the bizarre, demonic Father Su.

Smoking and drinking so heavily, it wasn't too surprising that he became impotent in his forties.

Suddenly, the demonic Father Su grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it at Su Tong: "You worthless punk, this is the grade of liquor you use to show filial piety to your old man? Do you take me for a beggar?"

Su Tong was on high alert. He had prepared the moment Father Su reached for the bottle and snatched it out of the air the instant it flew toward him.

"Go to hell! I haven't even made a move yet, and you actually dared to strike first." Su Tong’s anger instantly erupted, and he stepped forward with a kick.

*Thud—* He kicked the demonic Father Su tumbling to the ground.

*Slap...*

Following that, Su Tong stepped up and delivered several vicious backhands to the demonic Father Su, failing to control his strength and knocking out several of the man's teeth.

No matter how strong the alcohol buzz was, the demonic Father Su was no match for Su Tong in his current state.

"You fucking piece of trash, scumbag! It's no loss that your parents died; giving birth to a rootless bastard like you, being angered to death by you was a quick release. Your mother was blind back then to follow a non-human thing like you. Your son's death wasn't unjust, and all the accumulated virtue of your ancestors for eighteen generations has been squandered by you..." Su Tong cursed vehemently. Biologically, he was of the Su family, but his soul was long gone; beating Father Su left his conscience completely clear.

Yet his tears refused to obey. Amidst Father Su's hysterical screams, Su Tong's tears streamed down continuously.

*Crack—*

"Ah—"

Gritting his teeth, Su Tong dislocated one of the demonic Father Su's arms, and like dragging an injured stray dog, dragged him into the courtyard, shoving his head straight into a basin already filled with water.

The demonic Father Su struggled desperately.

"Still struggling?" Su Tong once again wrenched the demonic Father Su's other arm out of its socket.

*Crack—*

The demonic Father Su shrieked in agony.

With reddened eyes, Su Tong pressed the demonic Father Su's head back into the water basin.

The demonic Father Su's mouth was full of blood, and the water in the basin quickly turned a bright, bloody red.

Those two arms were merely dislocated; Su Tong hadn't truly torn them off.

*Plop—*

Su Tong tossed the demonic Father Su aside. The demonic Father Su coughed violently, yet incorrigibly continued to curse, "Turtle’s son, dog bastard..."

Li Wen had just returned with the wine and stood trembling at the courtyard entrance.

She had witnessed Su Tong dislocate the demonic Father Su's arm, and she had also seen Su Tong shove the demonic Father Su's head into the bloody basin.

"Bring the liquor over!" Su Tong only abandoned the demonic Father Su upon noticing Li Wen’s return.

Li Wen stood frozen, paralyzed by fear.

"If you don't bring it over, get lost, and don't let me ever see you again." Thoroughly enraged by the demonic Father Su, Su Tong’s fury spilled over onto Li Wen as well. He stood up and walked back into the house.

He pushed open the door to Xiaoyu and Xiaoxiao's room.

Because they were sick, the two sisters lacked all strength, their complexions dull and lifeless, as they covered each other's ears with their hands.

They had been awakened by the commotion caused by Su Tong and their father.

"Yes, just like that. Cover your ears." Su Tong’s tears spilled uncontrollably once more.

The two sisters had always remembered what he told them.

Su Tong walked back out and closed the door.

"The liquor..." Li Wen had already run inside, her eyes filled with terror as she handed the bag filled with alcohol to Su Tong.

Carrying the bag, Su Tong walked back into the courtyard.

*Bang!*

The liquor bottle was unsealed.

"Drink. I'll let you drink your fill." Su Tong pinched the demonic Father Su's jaws and poured the entire bottle straight down his throat.

After several consecutive bottles of white liquor were forced down—though most of it spilled outside—the demonic Father Su finally lost consciousness, lying in the courtyard like a dead dog with his eyes rolling back.

Only then did Su Tong reset the demonic Father Su's arms. He sat down nearby, staring blankly at the vegetable patch in the yard.

After a long while, Li Wen cautiously walked over, wanting to approach Su Tong but not daring to.

"I grew up in this kind of family. Now you know why the former Su Tong had that kind of personality, right?" Su Tong looked at the unconscious figure resembling a dead dog. "Everyone has a demon living inside their heart. He has already fallen, willingly letting himself be driven by that demon."