A Despicable Scoundrel

Inherit the Huo Family fortune?!

Even with their wildest imaginations, none of the Huo Family's many descendants had expected this. That shameless Xia Ping had killed their family's patriarch and still wasn't satisfied—he actually wanted to get his hands on the Huo Family's wealth, too?

He wasn't even a member of the Huo Family. They were so distantly related they might as well have been strangers, yet he still wanted a share of the family's vast fortune. His nerve knew no bounds.

In an instant, they were all livid. They had greatly underestimated Xia Ping's shamelessness.

"Go inherit your sister!"

One Huo Family descendant launched into a furious tirade. "Your mouth's yours to say whatever you want, but who knows what really happened back then? The dead can't testify."

"Besides, you're not a member of the Huo Family. You're no relation to us. Even if the patriarch was senile, he'd never hand the Huo Family's fortune over to an outsider like you."

"Xia Ping, don't get too full of yourself!"

He wanted nothing more than to bite Xia Ping to death. Huo Yongming had been a King, and the wealth he'd left behind was bound to be astonishing. It was the foundation of an entire family.

That wealth was the Huo Family's untouchable treasure. No one else was allowed near it, yet this shameless brat wanted to stick his hand in and grab a share. They had never met anyone so despicable.

"Xia Ping, you can eat whatever you like, but you can't just say whatever you want."

"The Huo Family can sue you for spreading such nonsense. Don't think you can say whatever you like without facing consequences."

"You want to inherit the Huo Family fortune? Absurd! Even if you're greedy, there should be a limit."

"Where's your proof?