"I'm fine. Everyone has worked hard."
I shook my head and smiled. The brothers led by Chief Feng were the elites of the Blood Wolf Hall. It was because of them that the Blood Wolf Hall could develop steadily.
"Brothers, those days of fear and indifference are over. In the future, there will only be us, the Blood Wolf Hall, in Cloud City!"
I swept my gaze around. That loud and clear voice resounded throughout the entire Zhao family's mansion. What was even more heart-wrenching was that Old Zhao was tied up tightly by me. He was squatting on the side, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Without a doubt, standing in this place and saying these words in front of old man Zhao was the most suitable. The Blood Wolf Hall had experienced many ups and downs with me. In the beginning, when we gambled with our lives, the Blood Wolf Hall inevitably fell apart. We were almost left alone. In the moment of crisis, we gritted our teeth and endured.
"Boss is mighty! Boss is brave!" The brothers shouted in unison. Their voices echoed in the surroundings like a tsunami.
The people who lived near the Zhao family were stunned. What was going on?
I raised my hand and they immediately stopped shouting. "After today's efforts, the Blood Wolf Hall will definitely shine in the future. Of course, we can't follow the Zhao family's old path. We can't bully others. We have to do more things that are beneficial to society. We can't be like the Zhao family. They are rotten on the inside. They are a bunch of pests!"
"Yes, Boss is right."
"Hehe, I used to doubt Boss's ability. Now I realize that Boss really has the ability to lead!"
"This is temperament. Ordinary people can't learn it!"
I didn't preach too much. Some things, if they didn't want to follow, no matter how much I said, it would be useless. On the contrary, people with self-awareness wouldn't tarnish the Blood Wolf Hall's reputation. At this time, Chief Feng came over.
"Xiao Zhuang, Third Master gave me some evidence of the Zhao Group's crimes, but I don't know if it's true or not. If we want to annex the Zhao Group, the most important thing now is to freeze their company's accounts. Otherwise, if the news is leaked, it will be too late." Leader Feng said anxiously. Although he was immersed in joy, Leader Feng did not forget about this matter.
After listening to him, I was enlightened. I hurried to call Chief Qu. Only the Police Bureau had the right to do this kind of thing. Chief Qu agreed to my request and found someone to deal with it.
Because they had invaded the Zhao family, the whole family was locked in the house, and all kinds of curses could be heard.
"What are you showing off for? When our Old Master Zhao comes back, you'll get nothing."
"That's right. You people must have eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall to dare invade our Zhao Clan!"
"Let us out, or you'll have to bear the consequences!"
I grabbed Old Zhao and strode there. Then, I kicked the door open.
"Come, look at the old thing that you are so proud of," I said with narrowed eyes.
The people in the house were stunned. They were like ants on a hot pan, discussing all kinds of countermeasures to escape. After all, it was better than sitting and waiting for death. However, no one dared to rush out. Originally, they wanted to use Old Master Zhao as a shield. Although he was covered in mud and his hair was white, he really looked like Old Master Zhao. At this moment, he was like a dog that was tied up by a rope, unable to break free. Everyone was shocked.
"Oh my god, where did you find such a high quality imitation?"
"Che, how could this be my grandfather? You brat, you're trying too hard to show off." At this time, a teenager snorted disdainfully.
Then, he walked in front of Old Zhao and kicked him in the face. He said with disdain, "You old man, tell me, how much money did they give you to act in this scene? I'll give you double. Hmph, you still want to pretend to be my grandfather? What a joke. He is a martial artist in the middle stage of Negative Jing. Let alone one rope, even ten ropes wouldn't be able to tie him up!"
The teenager's face was full of arrogance. He was Old Zhao's grandson and could be considered the most favored junior. Kicking Old Zhao like this without hesitation made his heart turn cold.
When I pulled him over, Old Zhao's face was full of bitterness and hatred. He was the backbone of the Zhao Clan. Usually, he was loved and respected. No one had ever dared to speak loudly to him. But now, he was bullied by his own people. Old Zhao wanted to find a place to hang himself.
"That's right. Look at those wrinkles and white hair. How does he look like my dad? How is it? Don't talk anymore. Hmph, are you afraid of exposing yourself?"
"You people should at least spend more money to find an actor. The prop team should also follow. At least, they should compare the photos. My husband, how could he have so much white hair and wrinkles?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water. However, even the people of the Blood Wolf Hall were shocked. They didn't even look at old man Zhao when he was in the corner. But when I mentioned that he was old man Zhao, many of them were shocked.
They also thought that he wasn't Old Zhao. After all, he was once a big shot at the top of the pyramid of Cloud City. It was hard for them to accept that I, a young man, had punished him.
Of course, the one who suffered the most was Old Zhao. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking. His grandson, his son, and even the old woman who had been with him for dozens of years couldn't recognize him.
One could imagine how old and down he had become. Old Zhao deeply understood what it meant to be a stray dog. If he knew it would be like this, he would have ended it in the wilderness. At least, it would have been better than being ridiculed by his own people, right?!
"F * ck, you bunch of bastards. Shut up." Suddenly, Old Zhao roared. This kind of hypocrisy was something he couldn't bear.
"Hey."
His roar resounded throughout the Zhao Clan's mansion. The people in the room looked at each other in dismay. This voice was too familiar. It was indeed Old Master Zhao. But they didn't understand why a high-spirited old man like him would suddenly become like a beggar.
"Grandpa, you, how did you become like this?
Could it be that you burned your blood essence? "The one who spoke was Zhao Wente. His face was very stiff.
Facing his doubts, Old Zhao could only nod and reveal an incomparably bitter smile. Right now, he just wanted to struggle at death's door and live out his old age peacefully. However, this seemed to be a great luxury.