C1627 Fathers
C1627 Fathers
Hearing what his father said to his uncle, Zhang Zihao's face instantly turned ugly, "Dad, you have to deal with grandpa …"
"Shh —" Zhang Tianyang made a silencing gesture with his hand and smiled, "Have you forgotten how Father taught you? In our Zhang Family, there is no way we can survive if we aren't ruthless. So, don't say anything you want to do, even if it's your own father, you can't believe it, okay? "
After saying that, Zhang Tianyang no longer cared about Zhang Zihao. He put his little brother's body on the car and left.
Zhang Zihao's heart was aching, but his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do.
Go take revenge on Wang Feng? He was definitely not a match for Wang Feng, it would be courting death if he went there.
Go home to his father? If his father and grandfather were to fight to the death, who would he help?
Not do anything? He felt empty again.
At the very least, shouldn't he bury his uncle properly?
Just when Zhang Zihao didn't know what to do, he received a message on his phone: "I left your uncle's corpse in Most Cathedral. If I still haven't contacted you by this time tomorrow, remember to go home and collect the corpse, then bury me and your uncle together. As brothers, we shall never meet again in this life. We shall be buried together, and we hope to see each other again in the next. "
Zhang Zihao finally confirmed what his father was going to do. He clenched his fist tightly.
If he had to choose between his grandfather and father, he would choose his father!
Even though his childhood memories were of his grandfather and uncle, he knew that his father was the one who cared about him the most.
The reason his father had become like this was all thanks to his grandfather.
So, he had to go back and help his father!
"Don't even think about helping me. If you come, you will only drag me down and distract me." If you don't come, I still have a small chance of winning. If you come, I have no chance at all. " Zhang Tianyang sent another message, "If you want to see me die, then just come at me."
Hearing his father's words, Zhang Zihao loosened his grip and kneeled on the ground. He shouted towards the direction of the car, "Dad!"
That night, Zhang Tianyang returned to the England.
Zhang Xinze was sitting at the dining table, eating alone.
Seeing Zhang Tianyang return, Zhang Xinze didn't even raise his eyes as he continued to cut a piece of steak leisurely. "Tianwang is dead?"
"Yes, he's dead." Zhang Tianyang sat down, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it, "Dad, have you never thought about your grandchildren?"
"Children and grandchildren? "Hehe." Zhang Xinze raised his head and looked at Zhang Tianyang mockingly, "All these years that you have taken over Killer's Home, you have seen so many cases of father and son getting slaughtered for the sake of property, don't you see it clearly? I am the most important person in this world, the so-called wife, son and grandson. After a hundred years have passed, what will those relatives have to do with me? "
"So, in this lifetime, you will only do what you want to do. Even if your entire family dies, you will not care." Zhang Tianyang laughed, "But one day, after a hundred years, there will be no one to collect your corpse for you, right?"