Chapter 223 — The Zou Father and Son
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Since the days he had made his fortune and opened his KTV parlor, Zou Tiandi had not suffered such a loss in a very long time. Especially after he had quietly bankrolled his eldest son's rise to top thug of the North District, Zou Tiandi had thrived, walking both the white road and the black.
"Don't ask so many questions! Go to your room and do your homework like a good boy! Our Zou family is counting on you to be the scholar, to run the business for me one day!" Zou Tiandi glared at Zou Ruoming and snapped.
Zou Tiandi placed great hopes on this younger son of his. He and Zou Ruoguang were both rough men, early into the ways of the streets, with no chance of schooling now — but both of them wanted Zou Ruoming to amount to something.
The bigger Zou Tiandi's KTV business grew, the more clearly he understood how vital good managers were. Money could hire them, but no outsider was ever as dependable as one's own blood. So he wanted Zou Ruoming to study hard, take a degree in business management, and come back to help him build the enterprise bigger and stronger.
Zou Ruoming played the part well enough, the obedient darling at home, hanging on Zou Tiandi's every word. But what Zou Tiandi never suspected was that his eldest son doted on this younger brother to the point of folly — helping him in his dirty work and keeping it all hidden from their father.
"Okay..." Zou Ruoming answered meekly and went back to his room. Once the door was shut, he did not open a book; instead he pressed his ear to the door and waited for his brother to come home, to hear what they would say...
Before long his brother Zou Ruoguang returned. Peering through the crack of the door, Zou Ruoming was stunned to see that both of his brother's hands were wrapped in bandages.
"Ruoguang, what happened to you...?" Zou Tiandi had run the streets in his younger days too, and was no longer much bothered by wounds from brawls. But ever since Zou Ruoguang had pacified the North District and become its number one thug, such things had all but ceased.
"Dad, that man is a real fighter. I couldn't beat him!" Zou Ruoguang was frightened of Wei Zhao down to the marrow, so he held nothing back. "None of my men are a match for him! My guess is that even if he hasn't reached Yellow-rank, he's close! And he may know point-striking!"
"What? That strong? Impossible, surely? Those two brats can't be more than twenty — how could they be fighters of that caliber?" Zou Tiandi was taken aback, unwilling to believe it.
"Dad, honestly, I don't believe it either, but he really is formidable. Let this business go — it's not as if we have any deep blood feud with him..." Here Zou Ruoguang's voice betrayed a flicker of fear...
"Damn it, you worthless thing!" Zou Tiandi snorted coldly. "How can your courage be so small? Even that good-for-nothing brother of yours has more nerve — he was preying on his female classmates back in middle school. And look at you. I made the wrong decision back then. I should have sent you to school and let Ruoming run the streets!"
Zou Ruoguang hung his head, not daring to look at his father.
"However tough he is, two fists are no match for four hands. That's an old saying, and old sayings carry truth — otherwise how would they survive so many years?" Zou Tiandi gave another cold snort. "Your Uncle Yan is a near-Yellow-rank fighter, and even he was surrounded and taken! It cost me enormous effort to get him out of prison!"
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