Cao Wenjie came in with his eyes narrowed. Fang Zhiyi whispered a few words to him. Cao Wenjie's expression became a little strange, but he still agreed and trotted away. Fang Zhiyi lay leisurely in the rocking chair and hummed a little tune.
That afternoon, Fang Yaozu swaggered back home. Looking at his father who had just woken up, he was still quite distracted: "Dad, why are you looking for me? I'm busy." He had found a fighting cock yesterday and was about to take his followers to find someone to gamble on.
"What do I want to see you for?" Fang Zhiyi nodded behind him, and a guard immediately closed the door.
Zhao Dezhu, who had just returned from the military camp, was also a little confused. Then Fang Zhiyi picked up a belt, which was made of pure cowhide.
As the sounds of ghosts and wolves howling spread, the entire Marshal's Mansion was alarmed.
"Who is the Marshal torturing?"
"That voice sounds familiar."
"It's so tragic, the Marshal is really..."
"Shh... don't talk nonsense, be careful someone might overhear you."
Zhao Dezhu was stunned. He had followed Fang Zhiyi for so long, but this was the first time he saw him beat his son. He was extremely cruel, swinging the belt so accurately and quickly that it frightened him.
"Bullying, huh?"
"No one can control you anymore, right?"
"The Marshal's son, right?"
The beating lasted for an hour, and finally Zhao Dezhu stepped forward to stop Fang Zhiyi. Although he felt that Fang Yaozu deserved to be beaten, he had to stop it because he saw that the man was unconscious.
"Wake him up!" As Fang Zhiyi roared, the guard carefully brought a basin of cold water and poured it on Fang Yaozu's face. At this time, there was no flesh left on his body.
"Dad..." Fang Yaozu spoke incoherently.
Fang Zhiyi pointed at him and said, "This beating is the cumulative result of the past ten days or so. Remember this: I am the commander-in-chief, and you are not. So keep your tail between your legs and behave yourself!"
This beating will be considered as interest for now.
At this time, Fang Yaozu had just turned ten years old and had never killed anyone, but he had already done a lot of things to bully others.
Fang Zhiyi looked at his two adjutants. One of them had his neck shrunk with fear in his eyes, while the other stood upright and looked at the dying Fang Yaozu with reluctance.
Fang Zhiyi slammed the table and said, "Damn it! Lately, I've been dreaming about your mother scolding me for not teaching you well. I've been thinking about it all day and asking around. It's true. You're quite arrogant, aren't you? Cao Wenjie!"
Cao Wenjie stood up straight: "Here!"
"Everyone who follows this kid will be taken to the streets and dealt with by military law!"
Cao Wenjie was stunned: "Marshal, that, that is the youngest son of the old master..."
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. Wow, no wonder, the original owner actually promoted someone from the Gui family to be an official?
"What? Is the old man the commander-in-chief or am I?" Fang Zhiyi's face was full of murderous intent. Cao Wenjie felt goosebumps all over his body. He immediately agreed, turned around and hurried out.
Fang Zhiyi gave a few more instructions and felt depressed when he saw Zhao Dezhu and several guards carrying away the unconscious Fang Yaozu.
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