Zhao Hengji's lips turned white, his body was stiff, and his eyes were filled with wonder.
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Hengji was filled with confusion. "My eldest son died five years ago!"
"Three hours ago, I asked someone to dig your son's grave." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "It's empty inside."
"——"
Zhao Hengji was sweating, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and he sat slumped on the sofa.
The hand holding the phone trembled violently: "Who are you?"
"It seems that Zhao Ziwen didn't tell you anything." Zhang Ruoyu changed the subject and said calmly. "That's right, you lied to your younger son, and your eldest son lied to you."
"Zhao Wuying's car has entered the yard."
Zhang Ruoyu's tone was calm, but he issued an ultimatum: "You should consider whether to protect the elder or the younger."
Click.
There was a blind tone on the phone.
Zhao Hengji's face was full of despair and his heart was frightened.
Who is this man who called?
Zhao Ziwen's death was deceived by everyone, and he was not even revealed to his youngest son.
Why did he know the truth? He even dug up the grave!
Zhao Hengji's eyes were in a trance. After a moment of concentration, he entered a series of numbers into his mobile phone.
The call was answered quickly.
"Someone has exposed your secret." Zhao Hengji said with a trembling voice. "Who is he? Why do I think he knows you very well?"
"You'd better not know."
A hoarse and deep voice sounded on the other side of the phone.
"Why?" Zhao Hengji gritted his teeth and said. "Your brother got into big trouble because of you. As a father, I don't even have this right to know?"
"Father?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became angry. "When I was kicked out of Beimang, I was like a rat crossing the street. In order to protect yourself, didn't you also protect me?"
"Now, do you want to bet the Zhao family to protect him?"
Zhao Hengji said sadly and angrily: "He is your biological brother! Do you want to watch him die!?"
"When I died," the voice on the other end of the phone asked, "were you as sad as you are now?"
Zhao Hengji's eyes were red and his breathing was heavy.
"Do you still think that if I die, no one will be angry with the Zhao family because of me? Then you can live a peaceful life?"
"That's enough!" Zhao Hengji shouted angrily. "You brought it upon yourself back then! I gave everything I could give you! It was you who messed up your life!"
"You finally spoke your mind."
There was a strangeness in the low and hoarse voice, as if Zhao Ziwen's wrath could be felt across the radio waves!
"Since you want to know who he is so much, let me tell you and listen carefully."
Zhao Ziwen said word by word: "His name is Zhang Xiangbei, the legend of Beimang, the god in the hearts of the 300,000 Beimang soldiers."
"If he says a word, the Zhao family will be annihilated in ashes tonight!"
Zhao Hengji completely collapsed.
Is the man who called me just now Zhang Xiangbei?
Isn't he dead?
Zhao Hengji laughed to himself.
Not even a damn person died.
How could a person who didn't deserve to die die?
Zhao Hengji was sweating profusely and his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to break the situation.
At this moment, Zhao Wuying carried Qin Huan into the living room and panted: "Dad, I'm back."
"What are you doing back here!?" Zhao Hengji punched Zhao Wuying hard and stamped his feet angrily. "Idiot! You dare to mess with anyone?!"
"I'm not afraid." Zhao Wuying threw Qin Huan on the sofa and said calmly, "Beimang owes my brother!"
In his heart, the eldest brother was once the pride of the family and a rising star in Beimang!
He dreams of becoming a warrior like his elder brother!
Seeing his son's stubbornness, Zhao Hengji was heartbroken.
As a father, he was terrible.
His eldest son was so arrogant that he became lawless.
The younger son was protected by him so that he didn't know the sinister nature of people's hearts.
In order not to damage his eldest brother's image in his younger brother's heart, he even went so far as to discredit the Bei Mang Army and portray his eldest brother as a tragic hero.
He never expected that his son would have such a deep obsession.
Deep enough to ruin their lives!
"Listen to dad's advice and send him out." Zhao Hengji took a deep breath and glanced at Qin Huan.
"impossible!"
Zhao Wuying gritted his teeth: "It was he who smeared my brother back then and slandered my brother in the military court! Otherwise, there would be no General Zhang in Beimang now, only General Zhao Ziwen!"
"Pfft!"
Sudden.
Qin Huan, who was lying on the sofa, couldn't hold his breath and laughed out loud.
This smile almost scared the Zhao family's father and son out of their wits.
The two of them turned their heads and looked at Qin Huan, who was slowly sitting up.
Snap.
Qin Huan lit a cigarette and glanced at Zhao Hengji with an unruly expression: "Old man, why did you lie to your son?"
Zhao Hengji's face was full of tangles, and the corners of his lips twitched.
"What are you lying to me about?" Zhao Wuying was stunned.
Qin Huan took a puff of cigarette and rubbed his head: "It's nothing. Anyway, at least one of you and your brother will die today."
