The first thousand one hundred and sixty-two chapters can only wait for a miracle to appear
Just as Ye Fan and Wei Hongchao were preparing to find out who was behind the scenes, a convoy was slowly arriving at the pier on the south side of Baocheng.
The car stopped, and a group of men in black with live ammunition dispersed, blocking the entire dock.
Then, six men and women in linen appeared, hiding in various dark corners like ghosts.
Finally, Jin Si Fei got out, opened an umbrella, and placed it behind the car in the middle.
Ye Tiandong appeared with an indifferent expression, holding a bottle of Bamboo Leaf Green and a pack of Baisha cigarettes in his hand.
He took the umbrella and walked alone to an inconspicuous fishing boat on the shore.
Soon, he walked onto the deck, passed through the cabin, and came to the stern of the ship, which was simply covered by an iron sheet.
At a glance, he saw Ye Wujiu sitting on a horse stool, leisurely tending to a stove.
Fish pieces and tofu are cooking in the stove, steaming hot and full of aroma.
"When did you become so passionate about life?"
Ye Tiandong smiled and walked over, then took a horse stool and sat down: "This does not fit your ruthless character."
"As people get older, they have more thoughts and have ideas about life."
Ye Wujiu threw away the charcoal without raising his head: "Besides, I used to be indifferent and cold-blooded, just to avoid being knocked down by your sugar-coated bullets."
"I have the important responsibility of supervising the young and old sect masters of the three halls. If I have too much involvement with you, I will inevitably be hesitant in doing things."
"Besides, I have become friends with you, and if I want to kill you one day, it would be unspeakably cruel to me."
He swept away the kindness in front of Mark, and there was no depth on his face: "So it was better to be cold-blooded at that time."
Ye Tiandong put the bamboo leaf green and white sand smoke on the wooden table: "It seems that getting older is better. As you get older, your warmth will increase."
"But the way you are now is probably related to your last narrow escape."
He changed the topic: "It's a pity that you still refuse to tell me a word about what happened during the sneak into District 13."
"It is enough that the task is completed, the process is not important at all."
Ye Wujiu took the white sand smoke: "And I don't want you to see my embarrassment, otherwise it will affect your judgment on the next mission."
"Okay, I won't ask you any more questions. I'm very satisfied that our friendship can progress like this."
Ye Tiandong laughed loudly: "At least you have completed the task this time, are willing to meet me, and are willing to accept my gifts."
"I accept these things from you and come to see you because Ye Fan is also my son and I have raised him for twenty years."
Ye Wujiu quickly dismantled the white smoke, then pinched out a cigarette and lit it on the stove: "It's just that in the past twenty years, I haven't paid much attention to their mother and son. I only regarded them as tools to keep warm after completing the mission.
, I haven’t had much emotion.”
"This time, you gave me the opportunity to make up for my shortcomings and make me feel a little guilty. Of course, I want to thank you in person."
"At the same time, I also want to tell you by the way, Ye Fan is my son, not your son."
He looked at Ye Tiandong: "You and Zhao Mingyue don't want to seek medical treatment in a hurry and treat my son as your lost child."
"It's really fate hahaha."
Seeing Ye Wujiu protecting his calf, Ye Tiandong couldn't help laughing: "I was looking through Ye Fan's information, and I never thought that you would be his adoptive father."
"But don't worry, I only recognize Mark as my godson, and I won't rob you."
"There's nothing I can do about it. He's too good. I don't want to occupy him, but I can't help but feel sympathy for each other."
"Don't worry, you have raised him for twenty years and even rescued him. He must have a deeper affection for you than me, a cheap godfather."
After knowing Ye Wujiu for so many years, this was the first time that Ye Tiandong saw him nervous, so he couldn't stop joking.
"I'm not worried about you taking over, I'm just that you have the misconception that Mark Ye Fan is your lost child."
"When he wakes up one day, he will be hurt even more. By then, Zhao Mingyue will probably collapse and die."
Ye Wujiu slowly blew out a smoke ring: "Because I know that no one can replace the lost child's place in your hearts."
Ye Tiandong's smile faded, and his expression became a little more lonely, a little melancholy, and a little painful.
He also has feelings and worries, but he can't show them in front of Zhao Mingyue, which makes him suffer even more inside.
"Yes, if the child can't survive, then the attack can't survive either."
"It's a pity that my focus is still on Yetang. Unless Yetang is sorted out and the vicious cycle of 'no wealth can last more than three generations' is broken, I won't be able to devote all my energy to a comprehensive investigation."
Ye Tiandong's eyes were slightly cold: "After all, too many forces were involved that time, and there were even people inside Ye Tang who were adding fuel to the flames..." "I understand you."
Ye Wujiu played with the flames of the red stove: "I estimate that Zhao Mingyue was besieged because of that rumor."
"It is rumored that Zhao Mingyue is going home to visit relatives in name, but in essence he is bringing the elite of Ye Tang to support the Tang San Kingdom and to find out and kill all the forces that framed the Tang San Kingdom."
"Those forces were afraid of the Tang and Three Kingdoms' comeback, and were also worried that Zhao Mingyue would cause a bloody storm, so they joined forces to attack."
"I can't help it. Zhao Mingyue and Tang Sanguo are old classmates."
He sighed softly: "Besides, Zhao Mingyue's record at that time was monstrous, and Ye Tang was truly the number two figure."
"When did you become so nosy?"
Ye Tiandong took out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks: "I heard so many messy things."
"I can't help it. Who asked Ye Fan to get involved with you?"
Ye Wujiu said calmly: "I have to pay more attention, lest he be involved in your whirlpool and never recover, such as the Dragon Temple this time..." "The Dragon Temple is mainly here for me this time, and wants to attack
Wei Hongchao and the Flying Snake Squad came to undermine my authority."
Ye Tiandong's eyes flashed: "I will give Ye Fan an explanation for this matter."
"The Dragon Temple is inextricably linked to the Eastern King, and it is 90% likely that it was your adopted son who did it."
Ye Wujiu asked: "You should have your own judgment in your heart. With him like this, do you still want to fulfill the old lady's second promise?"
"The old lady and Mingyue had a quarrel before, and both parties made two promises under the witness of me and the Seven Kings."
Ye Tiandong held his chopsticks and sighed: "If we don't find a son or give birth to another child within eighteen years, Ye Jincheng will adopt him to the third room."
"After the adoption, if we haven't found a son in another eight years, all the family property will be transferred to Ye Qingcheng's name."
"This year happens to be the eighth year since the adoption, and there is still no news about the missing child. What else can we do except fulfill our promise?"
He looked at Ye Wujiu and smiled: "How about you carry the crutches of the old lady or the old owner for me?"
"I am not allowed to interfere in the specific internal affairs of the Third Hall. This is the rule set by the Third Hall for me. If I don't abide by it, the consequences will be disastrous."
Ye Wujiu stood up holding the white sand and blew out a faint smoke ring: "Now, we can only wait for a miracle to happen..."
