Three luxury cars slammed on their brakes ten meters from Lu Xuan, their tires screeching against the asphalt.
Before the drivers could get out, the rear doors were violently shoved open from within.
Three white-haired old men stumbled out.
They wore tailored suits, and the Patek Philippes on their wrists gleamed in the sunlight, yet their faces were incomparably pale.
"Dad! Your son has failed in filial piety!"
The old man in the Tang Suit at the front and the other two elders suddenly dropped to their knees, their knees striking the Blue Stone Slabs heavily.
Seeing this, the eight Middle-aged Men behind the three elders followed suit, shouting in unison.
"Grandfather!"
Their kneeling postures were so practiced that it seemed as though they had rehearsed them thousands of times.
These powerful figures, who ordinarily controlled hundred-million-dollar conglomerates and could shake the financial world with a stomp of their feet, now trembled like children who had made a mistake.
The mountain wind lifted the hem of Lu Xuan's clothes as he lowered his gaze upon these blood descendants of his original body.
The next moment, the mountain wind abruptly ceased, and even the insects fell silent.
The old man in the traditional Chinese tunic kneeling at the very front—Lu Yuliang, the original body's eldest son, once Yingnan City's third-most powerful figure—had lost every trace of his authority.
His meticulously combed silver hair had been scattered by the mountain wind, revealing a face lined with wrinkles yet still resolute.
His straight back trembled faintly, and the hem of his expensive traditional Chinese tunic was already covered in dust.
On the left was the old man in a white martial arts uniform—the original body's second son, Lu Yulong.
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