Chapter 296: Chapter 296: You Don’t Even Recognize Your Own Son?
Yang Zhuo, alive or dead?
The two Yang Family guards stared blankly at one another, clearly having no idea what was going on.
And as for ’coming out to receive His Majesty’—what the hell was that about?
"Damn it, hurry up and go!"
Just then, the mustached man, on the verge of death, used every last ounce of his strength to crawl out of the gunny sack. "Quick, go get the Patriarch!"
The two guards nodded their heads frantically, and one of them immediately bolted into the Yang Family estate.
"Master!"
"Master, this is bad! Something’s happened! Something terrible has happened!"
Seeing the mustached man’s grievous injuries and recalling the words about Yang Zhuo’s uncertain fate, the Yang Family guard flew into a panic.
"Silence!"
With the cold shout, a man in his fifties with a crew cut appeared dramatically in the main courtyard.
The guard froze in his tracks, on the verge of tears. "Master, it’s terrible..."
"You are a gate guard for my Yang Family. How can you act in such a panic? What has become of your discipline?" This man with the crew cut was none other than the Yang Family Patriarch, Yang Zheng. With a sweep of his hand, he grabbed the guard by the collar and pulled him close. "Speak slowly. What happened?"
"Master, Yang San has returned, gravely injured," the guard said, swallowing hard.
Yang Zheng’s eyebrows shot up. "Gravely injured?"
"Yes, he’s right outside! Right outside the gate! He said... he said Young Master Yang Zhuo’s fate is uncertain. Oh, and there’s a young man... he said you are to go outside and receive him..." Before the guard could finish, Yang Zheng was already dragging him toward the gate.
"Patriarch!"
The moment the mustached man saw Yang Zheng appear, tears streamed down his face as he crawled toward him.
"Yang San, what in the world happened?" Yang Zheng glanced at the man’s injuries, his brow deeply furrowed.
"He... that Jiang Xinghai... he..." The mustached man glanced at Jiang Xinghai and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Jiang Xinghai’s gaze held a bloodthirsty, cold glint as he silently smoked a cigarette.
"Jiang Xinghai... an unfamiliar name."
Yang Zheng turned his attention from the mustached man. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze finally landing on Jiang Xinghai. "My Yang Family has no grievance with you, sir. Don’t tell me you’ve kidnapped my son, Zhuo?"
"I wouldn’t stoop to kidnapping a good-for-nothing," Jiang Xinghai said coolly.
A cold glint flashed in Yang Zheng’s eyes, but he suppressed his anger as his mind raced.
’This man is so young, yet he shows no deference facing me, a Venerable Realm expert. He’s completely unfazed. Either his cultivation level is higher than mine, or he’s just an ignorant fool who doesn’t know any better.’
’But then I remember the state the mustached man and the others were in... He must be the former. His cultivation is higher than mine!’
Yang Zheng sucked in a sharp, cold breath at the thought.
’But I’m at the Ninth Layer of the Venerable Realm!’
’Could this young man, Jiang Xinghai, have already reached the Great Venerable Realm?’
"Cut the act. I’m here for one thing, so listen carefully."
The cigarette in Jiang Xinghai’s hand burned down to the filter. He threw it on the ground and viciously stomped it out. "This morning, Yang Zhuo made a move on two of my female friends, so I beat him up."
"What!" Yang Zheng’s mouth twitched, but he couldn’t find any more words to say.
He suppressed his temper, pondering how to deal with this arrogant young man.
"Don’t worry, he’s not going to die."
"Are you willing to submit to me? You’d better think carefully before you answer, lest your entire family suffer the consequences." Jiang Xinghai cut the nonsense and got straight to the point.
"Have me submit to you?"
Yang Zheng forced the words out, "And if I refuse? You’ll annihilate my entire family?"
Jiang Xinghai simply smiled without a word.
Yang Zheng was speechless for a long time.
’A scare tactic?’
’This is a blatant threat!’
’Make the Yang Family disappear... Does he intend to wipe out my entire clan?’
"First, tell me where Zhuo is. I need to at least know his current condition," Yang Zheng said, suppressing his fury.
"And what if I say no?" Jiang Xinghai sneered.
"You!" A violent killing intent erupted from Yang Zheng.
"So your reaction is your answer?" Jiang Xinghai interlocked his fingers, flexing his wrists.
The killing intent radiating from Yang Zheng gradually subsided. "If Mr. Jiang tells me Zhuo’s location and his current condition, then I will give you an answer without hesitation."
"He should be at the Martial Arts Department by now," Jiang Xinghai shrugged.
"The Martial Arts Department?"
Yang Zheng stumbled back. A small city like An City wasn’t qualified to establish a Martial Arts Department.
’Does that mean... my son is at the Central State Martial Arts Department?’
"Old Yan, let that good-for-nothing answer the phone." Jiang Xinghai dialed Yan Qingshan’s number.
’I should have a servant family here in An City,’ he thought.
Yan Qingshan immediately put the phone on speaker and barked at the terrified Yang Zhuo, "Speak!"
"It’s me... Yang Zhuo. I’m here."
Yang Zhuo’s voice was raspy, like a strangled squawk.
"That... is that my son Yang Zhuo’s voice?" Yang Zheng immediately shook his head.
"Dad! Dad! It’s me, Zhuo! Dad..." Yang Zhuo recognized Yang Zheng’s voice and grew frantic.
Yan Qingshan cut in, "Yang Zheng, since you won’t even acknowledge your own son, then I’ll do you a favor and finish him off."
"Yan Qing... Chairman Yan!"
Yang Zheng recognized Yan Qingshan’s voice, and his expression changed drastically. "No! I recognize him!"
