Everything Fell Apart

The three old men had beaten each other until they were bruised and swollen.

It was a complete mess, utterly impossible to sort out.

Zhang Jiucheng sat off to the side, drinking tea, smoking cigarettes, eating pastries, and occasionally grabbing a sugar cube from the food box and tossing it into his mouth.

Sweet!

Son, whether he was born by a wife or a mistress, the most important thing was that he was yours!

Your own was always better.

It put your mind at ease.

The two of you were always going on about three or two of them... and over the years, you'd subtly mocked the Zhang Family for having no heirs.

When you found out I had a son outside, you said he had questionable origins and lowly status.

Your sons! Your sons were noble!

Your sons were personally seeded by the uncle next door. How could anyone compete with you?

Yu Funan was already thoroughly confused. "Who exactly cheated on whom?"

Zhang Jiucheng said, "Eh, why should we care about that? Let them sort it out themselves."

Yu Kuohai finally lost his temper.

"You three... you simply don't take me, Yu Kuohai..."

Yu Kuohai stood up and suddenly roared, "...seriously at all—!"

That roar fully displayed the strength of the Ghost Four Gates!

It shocked everyone present!

The patriarchs of the three families immediately stopped moving. They stared at Yu Kuohai in terror, hurriedly faced him, bent at the waist, and let their hands hang at their sides.

Yu Kuohai kept a stern face. "Every one of you is the head of a family, a person of some standing in the martial world. Yet because your wives cheated, your sons weren't biologically yours, and a few sons died... you've turned things into this? What kind of behavior