Though Grandpa Meng was already sixty, he was full of vigor, and his years of authority had lost none of their force. The moment he appeared, everyone fell silent.
Only a few clan elders who were genuinely close to him dared approach with assistance to exchange greetings.
"You old rascal, I knew you were all right!"
"Exactly! Who was it who said he'd outlive us all?"
Grandpa Meng laughed heartily. His face wore a smile, but the cold glint in his eyes remained.
His aged, clouded eyes slowly swept over everyone present before he settled into the seat of honor.
"Zhixiong, neither the Meng Family nor I have ever treated you poorly!"
Grandpa Meng slowly sighed, his weathered eyes resting calmly on Meng Zhixiong.
Ye Rong was supporting Meng Zhixiong. Though his face was deathly pale, he showed not a trace of remorse.
His cold, vicious words seemed to squeeze out through clenched teeth.
"You old bastard! I gave you such a heavy dose of poison, and you're still alive and well!"
Grandpa Meng's expression froze. He gently waved toward Meng Zhiyuan, then slowly closed his eyes, looking as though he had aged another ten years.
Meng Zhiyuan took Jiang Ze's hand and stood, then pulled a stack of documents from an open briefcase beside him and flung them into Meng Zhixiong's face.
"That's all right. I have plenty of time to make you pay for everything..."
The papers fluttered down. Jiang Ze's sharp eyes caught the words "tax evasion" on one of them.
They appeared to be detailed investigative reports on Meng Zhixiong's crimes.
Then Meng Zhiyuan turned his cold gaze toward Ye Rong, who was supporting Meng Zhixiong.
Her face was just as pale, and her body trembled slightly.
"Don't worry. You won't get away either."
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