Chapter 153
No matter how much trouble he had caused before, his father had never been this angry.
But why, why because of a good-for-nothing from the Wu family...?
"You!!!"
"Oh no!! Our family is in big trouble now."
The middle-aged man stopped hitting his son after he showed weakness.
Instead, he let out a long sigh and slumped down on the bench, helplessly rubbing his forehead.
He knew that his son had always disliked that good-for-nothing brat from the Wu family.
He was clearly just an ignorant and incompetent scoundrel, yet he swaggered around and lived a carefree life every day.
Anyone would be upset to see this, and he could understand his son's feelings.
That kid himself wasn't a threat at all; he was just lucky to be born into the Wu family.
But what can you do if someone is born into the Wu family?
Although Wu Liang himself is a rotten scoundrel to the core.
But Wu Liang's father, Wu Xingsheng, was an extremely terrifying man.
I can't afford to offend them at all; in their eyes, I'm nothing but a fart.
"I really don't know how Wu Xingsheng could have given birth to such a bastard as Wu Liang."
The middle-aged man crushed the cigarette in his hand and spoke with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Unfortunately, Wu Liang is Wu Xingsheng's son.
Even if that man doesn't value Wu Liang, even if that man doesn't acknowledge Wu Liang, even if that man doesn't treat Wu Liang as his son.
But Wu Liang still has Wu Xingsheng's blood flowing in his veins.
"Son, no matter how Wu Xingsheng views Wu Liang, Wu Liang is still that guy's biological son."
"Even if Wu Xingsheng is as cold-blooded as he is, he wouldn't sit idly by after learning that Wu Liang almost lost his life."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his face full of worry.
But so much time has passed since Wu Liang was murdered.
Why hasn't Wu Xingsheng taken any action, or even sent anyone to investigate?
Did Wu Xingsheng really think this was just an accident?
"But Father! I can say that I did it very discreetly this time!!"
"All of this can be said to have been accomplished by chance; I did not deliberately hire anyone to harm Wu Liang."
"It's just that the guy happened to run into it; maybe they just thought it was an accident."
The Blondie covered his cheek and walked over to the middle-aged man.
That's right, he did it very discreetly this time.
Even those who threw the shot put didn't expect it to hit Wu Liang.
He never intentionally sought out someone to hire a hitman from the beginning.
After all, his initial goal was just to tease the other party.
No one is likely to notice.
Nobody cares about that piece of trash.
Absolutely no one will bother investigating that good-for-nothing.
If so, then that person must have really lost their mind.
"An accident... If Wu Xingsheng really thinks it was an accident, that would be great..."
The middle-aged man rubbed his temples, complaining of a headache.
I hope things are really as my son said, and that this will all be an accident...
Chapter 100: The Uninvited Guest
Even summer nights can feel somewhat chilly.
In the early hours of the morning, the treetops rustled in the evening breeze.
A slightly restless breeze drifted into the room through the window.
It's hard to imagine that a summer evening breeze could feel so cold and biting.
A chilling wind, as cold as frost, whipped up the papers on the table.
The dimly lit office was illuminated by a faint light.
As if sensing the cold, the middle-aged man with slightly graying hair lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
He wrapped the blanket around himself tighter, pushed up his glasses, and silently looked at the documents in his hands.
"Tsk... Damn it..."
"The company's cash flow hasn't been great lately..."
The middle-aged man took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling smoke as the aroma of nicotine filled his lungs.
With a serious expression, the middle-aged man glanced at the transaction slip in his hand, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples.
Fortunately, it was just a minor matter.
His frustration wasn't due to trivial matters within the company.
Rather, it's because...
"That bastard... only told me the truth so late..."
He slammed his fist on the table and muttered to himself with a somber expression.
This was the first time he had ever been so angry with his son that he looked like this.
That damn brat, he's always causing trouble for me.
Although he knew that the kid had always disliked Wu Liang.
But he never imagined that the kid would actually dare to attack Wu Xingsheng's son.
"Will a high-speed shot put cause a head injury...?"
The middle-aged man covered his forehead and spoke with a pained expression.
Three hours have passed since I learned about this from that kid.
In those three hours, he considered almost every possible possibility.
"That kid's life is really extraordinary."
The middle-aged man stubbed out his cigarette and placed it in the ashtray, lost in thought.
He recovered in such a short time after being hit in the head by a high-speed shot put, and without any lasting effects.
What kind of monster is Wu Xingsheng's son?
Normally, a person would have died long ago in that situation.
You have to understand, that's a shot put, not some ordinary ball or anything.
Even if Lady Luck smiled upon them and they didn't lose their lives.
It's not an injury that can be fully recovered in just one week.
Even if they don't die, they'll be severely crippled. Are all the Wu family members this abnormal?
Is everyone really Wu Xingsheng, unable to die even if they want to?
"I wonder if Wu Xingsheng has even noticed this."
"Does Wu Xingsheng really consider this an accident?"
The middle-aged man muttered to himself, still somewhat unwilling to give up.
However, Wu Xingsheng really doesn't care much about Wu Liang.
In Wu Xingsheng's eyes, the other party did not treat Wu Liang as his son at all.
Could it really be as that brat in my own family said?
Did Wu Xingsheng not take this matter to heart?
Or perhaps Wu Xingsheng simply ignored the truth even if he knew it.
After all, Wu Liang, that little brat, is just a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing.
Click
Just as the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.
A muffled thud suddenly came from the window not far away.
A gust of cold wind then blew in from the edge of the window.
The sudden gust of wind made it difficult for the middle-aged man to open his eyes.
The powerful cyclone swept all the papers on the desk into the air.
"Damn, it's unbelievable that there's such a cold wind on a summer night."
The middle-aged man cursed under his breath and hurriedly ran to the window to close it.
He squinted and brushed the dust that had been swept up by the cyclone off his body.
A hint of displeasure appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
Who said that the summer night breeze is always gentle and mild?
Damn it, I shouldn't have listened to those people's nonsense online.
"Damn it, those are the files I just organized."
After closing the large window, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at the documents scattered on the ground around him.
Those were all things he had just tidied up, but they were all blown away by that strange wind.
"Sigh, I'll have my secretary clean it up tomorrow."
The middle-aged man snorted twice, slightly annoyed.
I've been feeling a bit feverish lately; I guess I'll have to find an opportunity to have that secretary help me cool down.
Just thinking about the secretary in her tight-fitting clothes with her curvaceous figure...
The middle-aged man couldn't help but tug at his collar and lick his somewhat dry lips.
A heat also rose in his lower abdomen; it seemed he hadn't been pampering that little slut much lately.
Tomorrow I'll definitely teach that slut who likes to play master-servant games a lesson she won't forget.
"It's already 2 a. m. If it weren't for that brat, I wouldn't be stuck like this until now."
He sat back down at his desk.
The middle-aged man glanced at the clock not far away.
Never mind, I'll just pack up and go back to rest.
Let's put this matter aside for now. Perhaps Wu Xingsheng really isn't that great...
"Um?"
The middle-aged man's right hand, which was idly groping on the table, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Where did the flintlock pistol he left here go?
That was a mini lighter that he had specially commissioned someone to make, after going to great lengths.
"Didn't I put it here before?"
The middle-aged man was somewhat stunned.