"I didn't let you come back because I didn't want people to curse you behind your back, nor did I want you to be killed one day. Do you know how many people hate traitors and national traitors like you who help foreigners harm their fellow countrymen?"
"Haicheng is relatively safe because it isn't a war zone. If you went north, everyone spitting on you one mouthful at a time would be enough to drown you!"
Marshal Chu felt that he had truly failed.
His younger son had not been carefully raised and had ended up wasting his days doing nothing, while his elder son had turned out like this.
"Though I, Chu Beizhao, am no good man and have done my share of despicable things, I, Chu Beizhao, would never do something like this—harm my own country's people."
"Without the common people, those of us who wield guns will eventually be finished too, and the entire country will be finished."
"These foreign devils are plotting sinister schemes. They want our country to perish. I, Chu Beizhao, will be the first to refuse!"
After speaking with righteous indignation, Marshal Chu sighed, as if he had suddenly aged many years.
"Leave. This is your only way to stay alive. For the sake of our father-son relationship, I'll be selfish just this once."
If it had been anyone else, he truly would have killed him with a shot.
"All right, I'll go. Father, please take care of yourself!"
Chu Qingyun also understood that he could no longer change his father's decision.
He kowtowed three times in succession before standing up.
When he turned and saw his mother covering her mouth and weeping silently, it felt as if his throat had suddenly been stuffed with cotton.
"Mother, you... take care of yourself too."