Even though he was old, he still gave people a great sense of oppression, an invisible pressure that made Meng Changyou almost unable to breathe.
"Dad, I was wrong, Dad. I'll never do it again. Please forgive me this once." Meng Changyou said, his face pale and his voice trembling.
"You only realize you were wrong now?" Meng Chang waved his hand, and a subordinate quickly handed him a whip.
Old Meng held the whip and cracked it open with a snap.
Meng Changyou shuddered in fright, and he fell to his knees with a thud, trembling and not daring to breathe.
"Your descendants are unfilial! Today, I, Meng Weimin, will invoke the ancestral family law and use the Bauhinia whip to lash my unfilial son, Meng Changyou!" Old Man Meng roared, lashing the whip forward and striking Meng Changyou hard with a resounding crack.
Meng Changyou's eyes widened, and then he let out a miserable scream.
This whip is made of a mixture of steel wire and special Bauhinia leaves, and it has been passed down from the Meng family for many years.
The excruciating feeling of being whipped is indescribable. With this lash, Meng Changyou immediately collapsed to the ground, a shocking welt appearing on his back.
The whip cut deep into the flesh. Even though Old Meng was old and his strength was not as great as when he was young, if he held the whip and lashed the guy hard, he would still beat him half to death.
"Dad, please stop hitting me, Dad. I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again!" Meng Changyou cried out, lying on the ground howling.
"Kneel properly." After all, he was old, and Meng Changyou tried to dodge and evade, but in the end he shrank into a corner and cried and begged for mercy, and Old Man Meng could no longer hold the whip in his hand.
Meng Changyou timidly crawled out from the corner, then knelt upright on the ground again.
*Crack! Crack! Crack!* Several lashes of the whip flew out in succession.
Meng Changyou finally couldn't hold on any longer. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, while his son Meng Guo stood to the side trembling, not daring to utter a sound.
"Come here." Seeing that Meng Changyou was probably about to give up, Meng Chang turned and glared at Meng Guo.
“Grandpa…” Meng Guo was startled and looked at Old Man Meng with a pleading expression.
"I told you to come over." Meng Chang glared at Meng Guo: "Didn't you understand what I said?"
Meng Guo walked forward with a mournful face, knelt down in front of his father, and waited for the storm to come.
Snap... With one lash, Meng Guo's eyes widened, and then he let out a miserable howl.
The intense pain caused him to writhe and writhe on the ground, groaning in agony, but Old Man Meng showed no mercy and lashed out at him with his whip without warning.
"Grandpa, please stop hitting me! I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again!" Meng Guo cried out, the scene looking no different from a pig being slaughtered.
After all, he was getting old, and after a vigorous bout of smoking, Old Meng was already panting heavily.
Looking at his second son and grandson, he looked at them with a disappointed expression: "Our Yun City is located on the border."
"Five hundred miles away, there is Jinluo City and the Myanmar Northern Industrial Park. Further southeast in the high seas, there is a medical ship."
“That’s right, our ancestors were involved in the underworld, but my father was a thief too, so the territory occupied by our Meng family is actually the first line of defense in China.”
“If you disregard the lives and deaths of your fellow countrymen for the sake of your own interests, then I would rather not have descendants like you.”
"Hmph, you've all grown so capable? Daring to collude with the people of Jinluo City, I think you're tired of living."
Old Meng got angrier and angrier as he spoke: "Believe it or not, I'll skin you two alive and burn you to the ground."
The Meng father and son lay on the ground, trembling, not daring to even breathe.
They believed that Old Meng wasn't bluffing; given the old man's temper, if he really went berserk, he would definitely hang the father and son up and burn them like sky lanterns.
"Grandpa, don't be angry. It's not worth ruining your health." Meng Hu stepped forward and advised, "I think Second Uncle already knows he was wrong. Let them off this time."
“Little Tiger,” Old Man Meng looked at Meng Hu with a loving expression, “Sometimes you are too kind.”
“After all, they are family; blood is thicker than water,” Meng Hu said. “I’ve never had parents since I was little, so I value family ties relatively more.”
"But do you know how your father got into this accident?" Old Meng said in a deep voice.
"Wasn't it because of a car accident?" Meng Hu was slightly taken aback.
"All these years, I haven't told you the truth because I was afraid you would fall into hatred and be blinded by it." Old Meng sighed, his hands trembling slightly.
"Grandpa, please sit down and talk." Meng Hu quickly helped Grandpa Meng sit down to the side. He had always thought that his father's death was caused by a car accident, but hearing what Grandpa Meng said, there must be another reason.
“Your father is brave and resourceful. He would be the most suitable person to take charge of the Meng family.” As Old Man Meng spoke, he raised his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on Meng Changyou.
Meng Changyou was so frightened that he trembled all over. He tried to calm himself down, but his pale face and trembling hands showed that he had something to hide.
"Meng Changyou," Old Meng shouted, "come here."
Meng Changyou shuddered, then struggled forward and knelt before Old Man Meng, trembling uncontrollably: "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Tell Meng Hu how your elder brother died?" Meng Chang said in a deep voice.
As he spoke, Old Meng took a pistol from one of his subordinates and cocked it with a click: "If you dare to utter a single lie today, I'll shoot you dead."
"Dad...no, Dad!" Meng Changyou was terrified.
"Speak..." Old Master Meng said in a deep voice.
“I’ll tell you everything.” Meng Changyou’s mouth tasted bitter. He composed himself, organized his thoughts, and said in a trembling voice, “Xiao Hu… your father died in a car accident.”
"But that car accident wasn't an accident..."
"Not an accident? Was it deliberate?" Meng Hu's gaze sharpened instantly. "Who did it?"
"This, it is, it is..." Meng Changyou knelt on the ground, his face pale, but dared not speak.
"Bang..." Old Meng raised the gun in his hand and shot him in the thigh.
Meng Changyou's eyes widened, and then he let out a miserable scream. He rolled on the ground in pain, blood streaming from the wound on his thigh.
Ye Xingchen watched Old Man Meng from the side and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
Although the old man is old, he still has a strong hand, no wonder he has such prestige in the three border cities.
Even when facing his own son, he would shoot without hesitation.
"Ah...ah..." Meng Changyou screamed on the ground. He had been whipped and had his legs bound, so he was now like a dead dog.
"If you dare to hesitate again, I'll shoot you dead with my next shot," Old Meng roared.
“I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you everything.” Meng Changyou knelt on the ground, trembling, and said in a trembling voice, “That accident… I caused it.”
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