"Let's do it this way." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

Park Jung-yang entered the house in a sedan chair, rubbed his forehead, and got off the sedan chair.

After a busy day, I am really tired. Although this kind of life is hard, it is also very fulfilling. Park Zhengyang likes it very much.

Recently, his situation has been improving. With the increasing support of the elders, the younger generation has been beaten back. Especially with the support of the Ming Dynasty, many things are going smoothly.

The same goes for Lord Fenglin, the progress is obvious.

I also had a double blessing: my status within the elder faction was growing, and my power was also increasing. Another happy event was that I was about to get married.

Thinking about marrying the young and beautiful Qingqing from Daming, Park Jung-yang even wanted to dance.

As he walked up the stairs and into the gate, Park Jung-yang felt so happy.

But he never expected that a doorman standing behind the door would suddenly raise his hand.

The doorman suddenly opened a short crossbow from his arm and aimed it directly at Park Jung-yang.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After a few consecutive shots, five arrows hit Park Jung-yang from behind.

Park Zhengyang didn't have time to react at all. Blood gushed out of his body in an instant and he fell to the ground.

Inside the gate, there was chaos in an instant and no one could react.

The doorman was very agile. The next moment he raised his hand and aimed the crossbow at the doorman opposite him.

With a "bang", the doorman opposite was hit on the head by an arrow and finally fell to the ground.

The doorman walked calmly to Park Jung-yang's side, reached out to feel his breath, pressed his carotid artery, and made sure that he was dead. Then he pulled out all the arrows from Park Jung-yang's body.

He then walked up to another doorman and pulled out the arrow from his forehead.

Afterwards, he turned around and walked out the door.

Before the people outside the door could react, he had already turned a corner and disappeared into the street.

At this moment, a lot of people suddenly rushed out from the door.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties.

Seeing this scene, he was not panicked. He walked over and waved behind him without any hesitation.

Two people ran over from a distance, and without any hesitation, they picked up Park Zhengyang and walked towards Park Zhengyang's room.

Someone also dragged away the dead body of the doorman.

Two more people came out from the side and stood directly where the doorman should have stood.

The whole operation was clean and quick, with someone even wiping the blood off the ground.

By the time everything was done, Park Jung-yang's doorstep became quiet.

After a while, a scream was suddenly heard.

Someone shouted, "Help! It's bad! The master has committed suicide!"

This shout completely broke the tranquility of the Park family, and countless figures rushed towards Park Zhengyang's room.

The fastest runner among them was Park Jung-yang's nephew Park In-yong.

He was originally still thinking about how Daming could help him and how to get his uncle to hand over the position of head of the Park family.

On the one hand, he was extremely nervous, but on the other hand, he was extremely excited. Under such circumstances, his emotions were extremely complicated.

But he never expected that his uncle would suddenly commit suicide.

How is this possible?

Park In-yong refused to believe it no matter what.

If my uncle wants to commit suicide, then no one in this world will want to live.

My uncle loves fame, wealth, and beauty so much, and he is so attached to them.

Under such circumstances, how could my uncle commit suicide?

When Park In-yong walked into his uncle's bedroom, his eyebrows raised and a strong smell of blood hit his face.

The smell of blood was so irritating that he almost vomited.

This is the smell of human blood.

Turning around the side hall and entering the bedroom, Park In-yong saw Park Jung-yang lying on the bed.

At this time, Park Zhengyang had his eyes closed, his face pale, and he was motionless. It was obvious that he had been dead for a while.

Walking to the bed, Park In-yong glanced at Park Jung-yang and his face turned ugly.

Although my uncle was completely dead and the bed was covered in blood, anyone with a discerning eye could tell it wasn't suicide.

Since there were no other injuries on my uncle's body, neither on the front nor on his face, there was only one possibility: the injury was on his back.

How could someone commit suicide by stabbing themselves in the back?

Even if someone stabs you in the back, it would not be convenient.

If someone is going to commit suicide, why would they use such an inconvenient method?

There is only one possibility, that my uncle was murdered, and this was not suicide at all.

Turning his head to glance at the middle-aged man standing next to him, Park In-yong said viciously, "Who said my uncle committed suicide? Who the hell said my uncle committed suicide?"

At this time, a figure walked over from the side, looked at Park In-yong and said, "Young Master, don't you think so?"

Park In-yong turned his head sharply and saw the old man. His pupils shrank slightly, and he pointed at the old man and said, "You call this suicide? This is suicide?"

"Before the master committed suicide, he left a will, stating that the young master would inherit the Park family. This is the master's suicide note." The old man calmly took out a suicide note from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Park In-yong, saying, "Young master, please take a look."

Park In-yong was stunned and stared at the old man in front of him with burning eyes.

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