"Fine, I'll make the trip tomorrow morning." He Changlong sighed, stubbed out the cigarette he had just thrown away, turned and went into the bedroom from the balcony. He began writing his will at the desk. The trip to the Haitian Gang was extremely dangerous, and just in case, he had to make arrangements for his wife and the company. After finishing, he placed the will on his wife's bedside table.
The next morning, He Changlong glanced at his lifeless son lying on the bed and burst into tears. He had just finished gathering his bodyguards and was about to leave when the phone suddenly rang. He signaled the bodyguards to assemble and line up, then walked aside to answer the phone.
"Hello, Mr. He. Zhao Weimin from the Zhao family." After making several phone calls, Zhao Weimin confirmed that He Changlong's son was among those killed in the He family. Using this as a pretext, he started a conversation with He Changlong.
"Young Master Zhao? Hello, hello, may I ask what brings you here?" He Changlong bowed slightly, making it seem as if Zhao Weimin was right in front of him.
"I heard about your son's murder from my brother, so I'm calling to offer my condolences, Mr. He. Please accept my deepest sympathies."
"I wouldn't dare, Young Master Zhao, I've admired you for a long time."
"Mr. He, take my advice. Seeking revenge for things you shouldn't have might bring you trouble. That's all I have to say. Think it over carefully."
He Changlong was stunned. Was the eldest son of the Zhao family also involved in his son's murder? He slumped to the ground. If his decision to seek revenge against the Haitian Gang was made with the last ounce of courage, then the eldest son's words had shattered that courage. Yes, he was only in his fifties, perhaps still capable of having children. If his wife couldn't conceive, he could find a surrogate abroad. The group was still there, the business was still going strong. Why would he risk offending the Haitian Gang, this demon, and the Zhao family, this behemoth, to do something he couldn't possibly do?
After thinking for a long time, he slowly stood up. His heart was filled with humiliation, helplessness, regret and sorrow. Looking at the bodyguards present, he said in a hoarse voice, "Go and prepare the coffin, the burial plot, and all the funeral supplies."
"Yes, Master!"
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