Chapter 250 He despises me...
"Let go, let go!"
No matter how his father struggled, Deng Hongyi refused to let go.
He pulled him tightly and walked out quickly. His steps were so fast that he soon left the Qingtan Temple.
"Hongyi! You hurt..."
Before he could finish his words, his hand was suddenly shaken off, and he staggered and almost fell down.
Just as he was about to accuse, he was met with a pair of cold and calm eyes.
Marquis Bowang couldn't help but shiver.
It is true that he, the legitimate son, supported the Marquis's mansion, but he had never been close to him since childhood.
Especially those eyes, which are exactly the same as his old-fashioned father's.
Every time I see Hongyi serious, I can't help but recall the unpleasant memories of checking homework when I was young.
Marquis Bowang realized that something big might have happened tonight and wanted to say a few soft words to fool people.
But then he saw the eldest son take out a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wipe his palm, the same palm that had just held him tightly!
Deng Hongyi wiped it several times, then threw the handkerchief aside as if he was throwing away something dirty.
Marquis of Bowang:!
All the words of submission were thrown out of the window. His anger suddenly rose and his old face turned red.
"If you want to keep your title, shut up."
A light sentence suppressed the anger, and Marquis Bowang's face was full of horror.
He took a step forward and was about to grab Haodaer's arm, but he was dodged coldly and his grab was empty.
Old Master Deng: ...
It feels like a knife is stuck in my heart. Being rejected by my own eldest son hurts so much!
"Hongyi, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything..."
But the more he spoke, the less confident he became, until his voice became as soft as a mosquito.
"Father knows what he has done. From now on, please stay in the Marquis' Mansion.
If you want to be stripped of your title and your son take off his official uniform, you don't have to listen."
So serious!
Old Master Deng was really scared. His legitimate son would never lie, so if he said he would lose his title and official position, it must be true.
"Okay, okay, I won't go out. Good son, tell your father what's going on."
Deng Hongyi ignored him, flicked his sleeves and strode forward, his underwear actually soaked.
The reason why he was able to arrive so quickly was because he was already heading to Langyinfang.
Fortunately, my father still had some sanity and did not completely become a sword of the Nine Gates...
Outside the small courtyard of the monastery, the God of Wealth's face was as gloomy as water, and his mood seemed to have fallen into the abyss.
His threat was no different from an explicit statement.
It was no big secret that Marquis Bowang was fond of pedophilia, and quite a few people in Fengjing knew about it.
That would be fine, but only a small group of people in the Nine Gates knew that this person had dirty hands and had caused several deaths, and the Nine Gates were responsible for cleaning up the mess.
In other words, the reason why Marquis Bowang acted without regard for the consequences and even became more aggressive was that they deliberately condoned him.
Doesn’t Lord Deng know the outcome of a fight to the bitter end?
If it were to be made public, his father's title of "Marquis of Bowang" would become the biggest irony.
Even if his rank is not demoted, it will affect his official reputation. Can he continue to hold such an important position as the prefect of Jingzhao?
Going further, with Lord Deng's wisdom, couldn't he have guessed that there was someone behind the Nine Gates?
It is understandable that he would take the other party away tonight, or even try to smooth things over, but he chose the most decisive way.
Caishenluan's heart was beating wildly, because Deng Hongyi's actions gave him a feeling of cutting off one's own arm.
Marquis Bowang left, but was forcibly taken away by his son, the prefect of Jingzhao.
Those dignitaries who were originally "invited" to support Jiumen withdrew almost at the same time.
Soon, only the people from the Nine Gates and the five others were left confronting each other in the field.
Qin Zhaoyue was still sitting on the Bodhi tree stake with a big horse and a golden sword, but he was actually transmitting messages the whole time.
"So, this Jingzhao prefect is one of our own? Your Majesty has already been informed of this?"
Yinzhe was afraid that she would continue to pester him, so he just gave a soft "hmm" as his answer.
The position of Jingzhao Prefecture Governor is not an easy one to hold.
Ability is one thing, but absolute loyalty is also needed, or rather, the latter is more important.
Deng Hongyi was a sensible man. He just gave a suggestion and made the choice without any hesitation.
Without asking or probing, he agreed very readily.
Thanks to his decisiveness, the Marquis' Mansion was saved afterwards.
Qin Zhaoyue thought to himself, as expected.
I was looking forward to the two sides fighting each other, but what was the result?
I'm sorry, the big guy your family found is actually mine, so there's no point in fighting about this.
The God of Wealth bowed to the other side and said, "How do you all feel? Please tell me your thoughts."
The two bosses, one dead and one captured, were still able to say these words politely. Qin Zhaoyue heard that they were surrendering.
Be it a delaying tactic or a pretense of compromise, it's a pity that they didn't come here with the intention of negotiating.
She sat on a wooden stake, and the other person sat in a wheelchair. Their eyes were level, and there was a defiant look on his face.
"Stop arguing, you two, the second and fourth in command, have already lost.
From tonight onwards, our Four Seas Gang will take full control of all Nine Gates operations."
The God of Wealth lowered his head and clenched the armrests of the wheelchair with his hands.
He sighed deeply, as if in despair, "Does it have to be this way?"
It sounds like a tone of submission, but who would believe that the leader of the Nine Gates would hand over such a huge industry to others?
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Qin Zhaoyue hurriedly sent a message, "Protect me, I think they're going to take action."
At this moment, there was a commotion outside.
A group of people rushed over quickly, holding torches high, and surrounded the nine gates people in front of the temple.
A thin man walked out of the crowd. There were scars at the corners of his mouth extending to his cheeks, making him look like he was wearing a hideous smile that had been torn apart by someone.
"Long time no see, God of Wealth."
"It's you!" The God of Wealth gasped, "You're still alive!"
Hearing this, the man truly smiled, his nostrils twitching as he inhaled and exhaled sharply...
I have been in the dark prison for too long, so long that I don’t know how many years it has been.
Now he would give anything for a moment of freedom.
It was unbelievable that the God of Wealth had disappeared for seven or eight years and everyone thought he was dead.
Guiya, born into a family of yamen, was once the boss of the underground ghost market in Fengjing.
After the rise of the Nine Gates, they engaged in a fierce battle with them and annexed the Ghost Market.
But that was not a simple struggle between martial arts sects, because Guiya was once the agent of the Cui family in the Fengjing underground world.
impossible!
The Cui family also has a stake in the Nine Gates. How could they allow Gui Ya to be alive?
If it weren't for the Cui family, who would be standing behind Guiya now?
Guiya's wild smile, coupled with his hideous scars and skinny body, made him look like an evil ghost struggling to crawl out of hell.
"I didn't expect that, you..."
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The ordinary-looking gang member behind the God of Wealth's skull suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, the dagger appeared in front of Guiya.
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