Why?

The heart that Lin Zhengli had just managed to settle suddenly tightened once more.

Lin Zhengren gritted his teeth again and began walking toward his younger brother once more.

"Lin Zhengren, what are you doing!"

At this moment, an angry roar rang out.

Jiang Wang followed the sound and looked over to see another old acquaintance: Lin Duanxing, the father of the brothers Lin Zhengren and Lin Zhengli.

His clothes were disheveled, as if he had just crawled out from some woman's bed, and he reeked of alcohol, clearly living a much more dissolute life than his two sons.

But his face was flushed deep red with extreme fury: "He is your own brother! Are you trying to kill him? Are you a beast?!"

He turned to glare at the crowd around him: "You bunch of useless sacks, are you all trash? You just stand there and watch this monster run wild in my Lin Family? What am I paying you for!"

Jiang Wang watched him quietly, showing no intention of taking action.

As for Lin Zhengren, he showed no expression at all in the face of his father's verbal abuse. He simply said: "From this moment on, I am taking control of the family's highest authority. Someone, take Lin Duanxing away!"

"You dare!" Lin Duanxing jumped up: "Have you cultivated your brain into a dog's stomach? I am your own father! Lin Zhengren, have you lost your mind?"

"Who dares?" Like a rabid old dog, he roared madly at the crowd: "Let's see who dares! I'll kill him!"

In his daily life, his attitude toward Lin Zhengren was actually quite restrained, because he knew his son did not look up to him.

He also knew he had no real talent, and he had spent his life indulging in wine