"He Chen!!!" He Huatang struggled to slap the armrest of the wheelchair, his eyes brimming with undisguised hatred, "How dare you..."
At this mont, He Chen leaned against the door fra of the ancestral hall, his right leg slightly bent in front of him. He ignored He Huatang’s roar and instead looked at Yun Ling, who was carrying a tray, raising his eyebrows, "You personally deliver a broken hand?"
Yun Ling was also the Second Boss of the rcenary Group; how did he end up doing petty errands?
Facing He Chen’s inquiry at this mont, Yun Ling felt incredibly guilty.
He held the tray with one hand, forcing a smile, "Brother Chen needs it, and I won’t refuse."
Quite a bootlicker.
He Chen licked his back molars, then looked at the furious He Huatang, "Do you think now, I dare not?"
He Huatang was so angry he couldn’t speak, the whole He family trembled at the sight of the severed arm.
The He family’s foundation wasn’t deep, nor had they weathered any major storms.
Over the years, the only variable has been He Chen.
Unexpectedly, nearly twenty years later, he returned with a murderous aura to seek revenge.
Several uncles stood silently behind He Huatang.
Even up to this mont, they were still bewildered as to where He Chen got the guts to casually hurt people.
This arm belonged to the madam; if he went crazy again, wouldn’t the next victim be... Eldest Young Master He Qing?
Thinking of this, a big uncle quickly walked to He Huatang’s side, bent over, and whispered, "Sir, now... we must not anger him any further, or Eldest Young Master’s life will be in jeopardy."
He Huatang took a deep breath, though he didn’t respond, but he understood that things were completely out of control.
At this mont, the big uncle glanced at the wavering Fourth Great-Uncle, pacing back to his side, and urgently asked, "What did Shang’s say?"
Fourth Great-Uncle hesitated for a while, then awkwardly explained, "They said Patriarch Shang has already gone to bed, if there’s anything... let contact them tomorrow."
"Oh dear!" The big uncle slapped his thigh, scolding with dissatisfaction, "You’re so stubborn, it’s urgent now, what are you waiting for tomorrow?"
Fourth Great-Uncle’s face turned sowhat grim, "If you think I’m stubborn, you can contact them yourself."
The big uncle was montarily speechless.
The likes of King of Traditional Chinese dicine Shang Zonghai are not soone you can contact just because you want to.
The two continued to struggle and deliberate their counterasures when He Chen spoke again, "If none of you have objections to my actions, then may we have the presence of your Matriarch?"
"He Chen, I truly regret not strangling you back then." He Huatang said a heart-wrenching statent in a calm tone, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, fatigue coloring his brows, "Have soone return Manli and Ah Qing, any condition you propose, I’ll agree to."
He Chen’s gaze lowered, his stray hair obscuring the expression and deanor on his face, making it difficult to discern.
After a while, his voice beca sowhat hoarse, "He Huatang, are you sure the woman by your side is Rong Manli?"
He Chen called her by na, his tone unashad of the mockery and disdain.
He thought he wouldn’t get an answer, but He Huatang still shook his head contemptuously, "I know better than you who is by my side."
He Huatang didn’t say too much because the matter involved the He family’s scandal and secrets from the past, and saying more would be futile.
"Is that so..." He Chen sneered coldly, hiding his emotions, looking at Yun Ling, "Have her brought over, alive."
Yun Ling raised his hand, threw the tray on the ground, and nodded like taking orders, "Okay, I’ll go right away."
One could say, quite obedient.
He Chen chuckled lightly and took advantage of the mont to make a request to He Huatang, "You just said as long as that pair of useless is returned, you’ll agree to anything. Then I want the He family, will you give it to ?"
"Are you talking nonsense?" He Huatang, constrained everywhere, beca even more determined to eliminate He Chen, "You have no qualification for the He family, and you can’t handle it. I can consider giving you 200 million, but since then, you must completely disappear from Parma."
He Chen coldly laughed while nodding, "How about I give you 2 billion, and you give the He family, how’s that?"
He Huatang took it as him boasting shalessly, the murderous intent in his eyes almost overflowing, "If you have 2 billion, would you still do such pig-dog things?"
"Your sons, you’re truly partial." He Chen mocked coldly, lifting his head, "I’m worse than a pig dog, then what are you? What are you?"
The atmosphere at the scene fell into a deadlock once again.
The He family’s enforcers couldn’t conquer the mountain that was Ah Yong and Ah Tai, external aid was delayed, and He Chen’s every move seed well-prepared.
It was as if tonight, he was the master of the He family.
He Huatang found it hard to believe that the abandoned son left to fend for himself in the backyard dared to return to provoke the He family.
He fixed his deep gaze on He Chen, once again testing the limits, "How much do you want, na a price."
"You think Rong Manli and He Qing are worth how much, you na it."
He Chen’s imperable attitude enraged He Huatang, gripping the armrest tightly, gritting his teeth as he said, "Aren’t you afraid of retribution?"
It was unclear which word touched He Chen’s nerves, his eyelids twitched, laughing mockingly, "Take a look at yourself first, then talk to about retribution."
He Chen’s nostrils flared twice, stepping towards He Huatang, "Can’t even stand on your own, have the face to talk about retribution? The He family over the years is increasingly disappointing, what kind of half-witted trash have they raised?"
In the midst of speaking, a large crowd suddenly poured into the opposite corridor.
Seeing this, the big uncle felt relieved, unfurling his brows as if taking pride and pointing at He Chen, "Your death date has arrived, there are caras around the ancestral hall, your kidnapping and murder charges have been confird, He Chen, I’ve said you’ll regret it."
The chaotic footsteps got closer, yet He Chen stood unflinching, his pose with one hand in his pocket arrogant and domineering.
The He family had called police officers to handle the case, it seed reasonable.
With the big uncle’s accusations, other uncles and servants also fueled the fla, starting to denounce He Chen.
It seed with more people, there was more power, as if this could force He Chen to face justice.
As the police arrived at the vicinity of the ancestral hall, the big uncle hurriedly went to et them, speaking rapidly to recount He Chen’s criminal acts.
Inside the ancestral hall, Yin Mo was sowhat worried. She walked to the door, cautiously glancing outside several tis, furrowing her brows, beginning to ponder counterasures.
The police team was small, a total of twenty people.
After listening to the big uncle’s account, they all looked at He Chen with indignation, "Please co with us."
He Chen remained as immovable as a mountain, his expression always holding a frivolous mockery.
Seeing that he didn’t move, the officer made a motion to take out handcuffs to arrest him, and simultaneously, Yin Mo lifted her skirt, preparing to go out to assist.
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