Chapter 180 The Flood Washed Away the Dragon King Temple

"Stop!" Yang Lao Er gripped the shotgun.

Yang Shao said, "Dad! You don't know, this old man just tried to claim kinship with us, he actually said he was your brother! How can we tolerate this? Don't stop me, I have to teach him a lesson!"

Yang Lao Er's temples bulged with veins. He threw the gun to the ground and gritted his teeth, saying, "He is indeed my brother."

"Huh?" Young Master Yang's cheek twitched. "Dad, you're kidding me..."

"Who the hell is joking with you!"

Yang Lao Er's expression was complicated. He helped Lao Yang up and said, "Brother, why did you come so suddenly? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

His tone was distant.

But he still personally wiped the blood off Old Yang's face.

He asked again, "How are you? Should I take you to the hospital first?"

Old Yang's expression was also complicated. He waved his hand and then took out a crumpled gift box from his pocket.

"Second brother, this is... a gift I brought for you. I don't know if you'll like it."

Yang Lao Er frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, took the box, and casually opened it.

Inside, there was a finely handcrafted purple clay teapot that looked quite old.

The outer packaging box was so badly damaged, but the teapot was completely unharmed.

It goes without saying that Old Yang had been carefully protecting it in his arms, otherwise it would have shattered long ago when it was hit.

“You…sigh…” Yang Lao Er said helplessly, “What is your status now? Why are you still like a child, valuing what you are going to give me more than your own safety?”

A single sentence stirred up Old Yang's memories.

The two relied on each other for survival when they were young. Their family was poor, and Lao Yang, as the older brother, would sometimes collect scraps to sell and use the money to buy his younger brother a few candies, but they would always be snatched away by other bad boys.

Even if Old Yang gets beaten black and blue, he still wants to bring the candy home for his younger brother.

“You’re my brother,” Old Yang said softly.

Yang Lao Er's eyes stung a little. He turned his head to rub his eyes and muttered, "You still remember I'm your brother? Twenty years... Heh..."

"Second brother, I..."

"Forget it, it's all in the past," Yang Lao Er said, stroking the purple clay teapot. "We're all getting old now, there's no need to dwell on the past."

Upon hearing this, Old Yang's eyes reddened, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zhengxing! Kneel down!" Yang Lao Er shouted at his son, "Kneel down and apologize to your uncle!"

Young Master Yang was still in a daze.

He could hardly believe that this old man was really his uncle.

"Are you deaf?!" Old Yang kicked Young Master Yang in the back of the knee.

With a thud.

Yang Shao knelt down on both knees.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, gritted his teeth, and kowtowed, saying, "Uncle, I'm sorry."

Seeing this, Ning Jinli breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Lao Yang's younger brother appeared in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

However, Ning Jinli did not let her guard down. Taking advantage of the temporary relief of the crisis and the brief respite she had, she secretly focused her energy and began to open a portal to time and space around her.

This is just in case.

If any unexpected changes occur later, she can take Lao Yang away at any time.

"I can't accept your apology, Young Master Yang." Old Yang looked coldly at the young man kneeling in front of him.

"I...I was wrong." Young Master Yang slapped himself twice.

Although Yang Lao Er was still unclear about the specifics, he knew that his son had gotten into big trouble, so he kicked and cursed, "Get home first and wait there. I'll deal with you later!"

Yang Shao understood immediately and quickly got up to leave.

"Stop," Old Yang said in a deep voice. "Since I'm here, let's settle this in front of me."

Knowing his elder brother's personality, Yang Lao Er knew that if this wasn't handled well, his son might be in big trouble. So he smiled and advised, "Brother, don't worry, this kid won't run away. You look badly injured. I'll take you to the hospital first. After you've treated your injuries, I'll take you home and teach him a lesson."

Old Yang wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve and tidied his messy clothes. "I've been through more serious injuries than this. This little scratch is nothing."

"Brother, you're getting old after all. Take my advice and don't be so stubborn..."

"Second brother, you should be glad I'm old, otherwise your son would have been beaten to death by me!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Lao Er's face turned extremely ugly.

Yang Shao stood to the side, head down, not saying a word, but his eyes were gloomy, and his cheeks were twitching involuntarily because he had just taken drugs.

"Explain to me how he got this kind of thing." Old Yang pointed to the shotgun on the ground. "Don't tell me you don't know what the regulations are for firearms in our country."

Young Master Yang began, "Uncle, I..."

"Shut up!" Yang Lao Er glared at his son, afraid he would say something inappropriate, and stopped him. Then he explained himself, "Brother, Zhengxing's possession is legal."

Old Yang frowned. "Legal?"

Yang Lao Er nodded, "Yes, this kid likes guns. He even received formal training abroad and later opened a shooting club in Xinghan City. Don't worry, brother, everything was approved, and he also got the relevant gun licenses. He didn't violate any rules."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and showed Lao Yang photos of some licenses and permits.

Old Yang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. "According to relevant regulations, even with the corresponding permit, it is absolutely forbidden to take firearms out of designated areas. Your son not only took them out, but also posed a serious threat to the lives of others."

Yang Lao Er lowered his voice, "Brother... no matter what, he's still your nephew, so... at least nothing bad happened."

“You can’t escape responsibility either,” Old Yang pointed at Yang Lao Er’s nose and asked, “Do you dare to swear to me that you didn’t use my name when you got these so-called documents for him?”

Yang Lao Er forced a smile. "It's my fault, it's my fault. He's my only son. His mother passed away early, so I spoiled him too much. How about this, I'll go and cancel those licenses later, and shut down his shooting club too."

Old Yang withdrew his finger. "There's more."

"Anything else?" Yang Lao Er looked puzzled. "Isn't that enough?"

"Do you really have no idea what kind of good deeds your son has done?" Old Yang said, his anger barely contained.

Yang Lao Er hardened his heart and grabbed his son's ear, yelling, "What have you done!"

At this point, Young Master Yang dared not hide it any longer.

"Actually... I didn't do anything special. It's just that a while ago, that Master Wu raised the price and bought an antique I had my eye on. I was a bit angry, and I happened to run into a guy who wanted to show off, so I sent someone to teach Master Wu a lesson. Who knew that guy was useless? He didn't do a good job and even dragged my men into it. My men are crippled now, so of course I had to get revenge. That's why I was planning to teach the antique shop owner a lesson. Little did I know... the person with the female owner was my uncle..."

Young Master Yang gave a brief, evasive answer, his tone filled with resentment.

Hearing this from not far away, Ning Jinli finally understood that she hadn't been overthinking things. Although Su Qiang wanted revenge, there really was someone behind him directing him.

I just didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

The instigator was none other than Old Yang's own nephew.

And then, by sheer coincidence, she found herself taking Lao Yang to an antique shop to buy things.

This is like the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple.

"Look at the mess this has made..." Yang Lao Er said to Lao Yang, "Brother, it's not a big problem. I'll have Zheng Xing apologize to them properly. Is that okay? If that's not enough, include me in the blame. Pay the compensation and apologize as needed!"

Old Yang paused for two seconds, then uttered a few words with a serious face, "Take him to turn himself in."

Both Yang Lao Er and Yang Shao were stunned for a moment.

"Turn yourself in?" Yang Lao Er retorted. "Such a small matter, can't it be settled privately? Is it necessary to make such a big deal out of it?"

Old Yang said with a stern face, "Judging from your son's behavior, I have reason to suspect that he is a repeat offender. Moreover, with you as his father, who knows how many illegal things you have covered up in the past. Second son, you will have to confess everything honestly to me when the time comes."

"No... Brother..." Yang Lao Er chuckled awkwardly, "I've always been law-abiding all these years. Apart from spoiling my son a bit, I've had no other problems. Zhengxing is still young, and he's bound to be ignorant sometimes. Please, for the sake of our family, give me a break. I promise I'll discipline him strictly from now on."

After he finished speaking, he winked at his son.

Young Master Yang nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. "Uncle, I know I was wrong. I will reflect on my mistakes and I will change."

"How long have you been addicted to drugs?" Old Yang asked abruptly.

Young Master Yang immediately replied, "No...it wasn't long, I was just playing around with it."

Old Yang suddenly grabbed his arm and forcefully rolled up his sleeve, revealing that his arm was covered with needle marks.

"You call this 'not long ago'? You think you can fool me?" Old Yang's eyes were filled with anger and utter disappointment. "You've even resorted to injection! Only an old drug addict would do that! Tell me! Besides handling that stuff yourself, have you been involved in its sale?"

"Brother! That's enough!" Yang Lao Er suddenly roared.

Old Yang persisted, demanding, "Second brother, tell me, did you know about his drug use?!"

Yang Lao Er's expression was gloomy. "I know."

"Fine," Old Yang said coldly, "then you two, father and son, should also explain everything about the drugs in detail."

An uncontrollable rage surfaced in Yang Lao Er's eyes. "I even called you brother, and what do you mean by this! You severed ties with me for over twenty years, and the first thing you do when we meet is to deal with my son?"

Old Yang's expression was stern. "I don't want to either, but as long as it involves illegal activities, I won't leave any room for leniency."

"Fine...you're really something!" Old Yang Er burst out in a fit of rage.

“We only have one son in the Yang family! And you, for your own future, neglect us, father and son! If you had just lent a hand, I wouldn’t have had to suffer and struggle in society! I built my career with my own two hands, and now that I have money, is it wrong for me to let my son live a little more freely?! Years ago, when Zhengxing became addicted to drugs, I was also very sad!”

Regarding the accusations, Lao Yang didn't want to explain, only saying, "Since you knew he had been addicted to drugs for many years, why didn't you force him to quit?"

Yang Lao Er roared, "I tried! I tried to force him to quit drugs! But seeing him suffer like he was dying was more painful than killing me! Later I figured it out, anyway I don't lack money, let him use if he wants to... anyway... he can't quit! It's better than being tortured over and over again!"

Hearing this, Old Yang was furious and roared in anger:

"You even condone this kind of thing?! He touched something he shouldn't have, so he has to bear the cost of withdrawal, no matter how painful the torment! Do you know that every time he touches drugs, it increases the danger for our anti-drug officers! Do you know how many anti-drug officers in our country have lost their lives because of this, and how many families have been broken up because of it! Your son is only suffering from withdrawal, but what about our law enforcement officers who sacrifice their own happiness and even their lives?!"

After saying this, Old Yang's eyes turned red and tears welled up.

As the head of the national security department, he was extremely knowledgeable about this matter.

Every year, anti-drug law enforcement officers sacrifice their lives in the line of duty.

To protect their families, the state cannot even hold public memorial services for these fallen heroes.

These heroes, along with their families, have given everything for the stability of the country and its people.

The money that every drug addict spends on drugs could become a deadly bullet aimed at heroes!

"Don't give me that nonsense!" Yang Lao Er ignored Lao Yang's angry words and instead accused Lao Yang, "All you care about is climbing the ladder, you only care about your own power and position. You have no wife or children, of course you can't understand a father's feelings for his son! You have no right to lecture me!"

Snap!

Old Yang slapped Yang Lao Er hard across the face.

Yang Lao Er tilted his head to the side, gritting his back teeth and remaining silent.

Even the bodyguards and Young Master Yang around didn't dare to intervene.

Ning Jinli did not interfere, as she was busy opening the space-time portal. In just a few minutes, a fluorescent vortex that only she could see had formed around her.

Old Yang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. "Second son, take your son to the police station, right now."

Yang Lao Er's expression turned indifferent. "What if I don't agree?"

Without hesitation, Lao Yang said, "Then I will personally arrange for a special task force to investigate and interrogate them."

"You really are my good older brother..." Yang Lao Er said, then suddenly slammed the purple clay teapot in his hand to the ground.

The gift that Lao Yang had carefully chosen for him as a greeting gift was smashed into a pile of pieces.

Old Yang lowered his eyes, glanced at the shards at his feet, turned and walked to Ning Jinli, "Miss Ning, let's go..."

"Dad... Dad..." Young Master Yang looked at Second Brother Yang in horror.

Without his uncle's intervention, even if he had created a huge hole in the sky in Xinghan City, nothing would have happened.

But this time, he knew he was really in deep trouble. If all the problems he had committed were brought up, it would be enough to get him executed several times over.

"Dad... I'm only twenty years old, I... I don't want to die..." Young Master Yang grabbed Old Man Yang's arm, trembling as he pleaded in a low voice.

Yang Lao Er looked at his son with a face full of disappointment and raised his hand as if to slap him again, but in the end he put it down. "Fine, what can I do? I'm your father. Son, this is the last time I'll help you."

Yang Lao Er's face tightened. He gritted his teeth, bent down, picked up the shotgun, and pointed the muzzle at Lao Yang's back.