Deep Water Bay, the Fok family mansion.
When Huo Zhenting pushed open the heavy door of the Huo residence, the mahogany carved door hit the white wall.
There was a dull "clang" sound, startling the canary in the birdcage hanging in the corridor, which flapped its wings and screamed.
The servants immediately lowered their heads, wishing they could shrink into the shadow of the corner. The air was like solidified butter, making it hard to breathe.
Huo Yingdong was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The light from an old-fashioned crystal chandelier reflected the newspaper in his hand, and the bright white light illuminated his furrowed brows.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw his son's young face twisted in anger.
His eyes were bloodshot with resentment, and there was a messy mark of dust and oil on his forehead.
"Zhenting?"
Huo Yingdong put down the newspaper, his voice low and steady.
He wanted to know clearly where he had gone on such a rampage and caused himself to look so dispirited.
"Daddy."
Huo Zhenting's voice was hoarse, and his pace did not stop at all. He even quickened a little and brushed past the huge Ru kiln porcelain vase with landscape pattern placed beside him. "I'm really not in the mood right now."
Before he finished speaking, his heavy footsteps had already stepped onto the spiral staircase.
Huo Yingdong looked at the direction his son disappeared in, tapped his fingers twice on the smooth mahogany armrest, his eyes dim and unclear.
A few minutes later, Lao Xu, the driver of the Huo family's Rolls-Royce Phantom, was quietly brought to the small living room by the housekeeper.
There was no fire in the fireplace, and the nights in Hong Kong Island in June were damp and cool.
"Master..."
Old Xu's voice trembled slightly as he stood respectfully at the edge of the thick carpet opposite Huo Yingdong.
Huo Yingdong didn't look up, but pointed with his finger: "Tell me, where did the young master go again? Tell me from beginning to end."
Old Xu swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, it's...it's like this.
I drove with the Young Master to Repulse Bay to visit the Guo family. Afterwards, the Young Master asked me to park the car in front of Villa No. 3 and honked the horn provocatively..."
“…I heard a bang…like a gunshot…”
"And then?"
Huo Yingdong frowned slightly. He really couldn't expect that Lin Huowang would actually use a gun?
This is obviously... wrong!
impossible!
Absolutely not!
Even if they want to create a confrontation between the two families, it is impossible to get to the point of using weapons!
"...Later, after we escaped, the young master reacted and immediately called the police...
But in the end... Mr. Kobayashi... he took out the firecrackers... and they exploded in the iron bucket..."
Huo Yingdong raised his eyebrows slightly.
When Old Xu finished speaking, there was an uncontrollable hint of strange hoarseness in his voice.
The small living room was dead silent.
Huo Yingdong's facial lines, which had been calm all this time, suddenly twitched.
He waved his hand, his movements a little tired.
Old Xu bowed tactfully and retreated.
Only Huo Yingdong was left in the small living room, and the monotonous ticking sound of the finely carved European-style clock on the mantelpiece.
Huo Yingdong walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the shadows of the trees in the garden swaying in the night breeze.
In the darkness, the corners of his mouth finally opened up into a silent but happy arc.
You are so good!
This is going to kill my Zhen Ting!
Wow! Tomorrow's newspaper is going to be full of excitement!
Huo Yingdong shook his head and sighed silently. There was no pity for his son in that sigh, but instead it was full of admiration for Lin Huowang's methods and thoughts.
His eldest son, Peter Ho, has been a favored child of Hong Kong Island, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. How could he have suffered such a loss?
In front of many wealthy businessmen and celebrities in Repulse Bay, he was humiliated and disgraced by a firecracker farce!
“Okay…Okay!”
Huo Yingdong smiled inwardly, "Once that brat Zhen Ting calms down, he'll definitely hate that little Lin Tianwang to the core, even without anyone provoking him!
Stare at him, bite him, and fight him to the end!"
At almost the same moment, in the study of MacLehose's official residence in the Hong Kong Governor's Office, under the soft light of the desk lamp, a completely different scene appeared.
Sir Murray MacLehose leaned back in his beloved high-back velvet armchair, a glass of amber single malt whisky between his fingers.
There was an uncontrollable smile on his face, and even his neatly trimmed gray beard was shaking slightly because of his laughter.
His wife was sitting on a small sofa opposite, also holding a glass of wine. As she listened to her husband's latest description, she couldn't help but cover her mouth with one hand, but she couldn't stop her eyes from curving into crescents.
"...My dear, you must trust my judgment."
MacLehose put down his wine glass and wiped the tears from his eyes with his napkin. "That Japanese kid's trick of throwing firecrackers into the oil drum and faking the sound of gunfire scared Huo Zhenting so much that he lost both face and dignity. It was a brilliant move!"
It’s wonderful!
What exploded was not firecrackers, but the face of the Huo family!
After this, Huo Zhenting would fight tooth and nail to get back at the place he was in, wishing he could eat that Xiao Lin alive!
MacLehose picked up his glass again and took a sip comfortably: "The contradiction is deeply rooted in our bones and there is no possibility of recovery.
Okay, okay, these two tigers are trapped in a deep valley, we just need to watch from the sidelines and see how they fight and bite each other... Maybe, when the time is right, we can add some firewood to make the fire burn even more fiercely?
From this point of view, it seems that... it is not a bad idea to win over that Japanese boy in Hong Kong and have him join our British camp.
Using the sword of the East to sever the ties of power in the East, this drama is worth looking forward to."
The Governor's wife put down her wine glass, a trace of slight worry crossing her gentle face. "My dear, I understand that you admire his skills. This young man is indeed very wise. But..."
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