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Mafia Father’s Betrothed
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In a top-tier restaurant in Lake City, within the Tianzi Pavilion private room, only the most prominent figures in Lake City and even across the nation could gain entry. Yet, inside this room sat a group of men and women.
"Hey, Old Zhao," I said, "our families have been at odds for so many years; isn't it time we put an end to this?"
Zhao Changsheng, my father, a big shot in the Underworld and the founder of Zhao Group, though our Zhao Family consisted of just the three of us. The one who had called out to Old Zhao was named Ouyang Xiong, also a Black Boss in Lake City. Back in the day, our families had the fiercest conflicts. It escalated to the point where I sent people to his house after he had stormed into mine.
Bang!
Zhao Changsheng slammed his palm on the table, causing the tea in front of him to splash out of its cup. The people around merely watched him silently.
"Damn it! Back then, when I was sleeping with my wife, you barged into my home with your men! We almost had a serious incident, and now you come here talking about a truce?"
Ouyang Xiong was equally unyielding, slamming his fist on the table. "You dare say that? If you hadn't stormed into my house first, would I have come after you?"
The two were locked in a heated argument while those around them remained motionless.
"Look at this scar on my thigh!" Zhao Changsheng rolled up his pant leg and displayed a knife scar for everyone to see. "If you come any closer, I might lose something even more vital!"
"Hah? So you think you're the only one with scars?" Ouyang Xiong retorted as he took off his jacket and turned around to reveal a long scar on his back. "If I hadn't reacted quickly back then, that knife could have killed me!"
As both men began to strip off their clothes and roll up their pant legs, someone finally intervened.
"Alright, enough shouting! At your age, you should be ashamed of yourselves."
The speaker was Su Xuan, a respected figure among them. True to his name, he was enigmatic; everyone present was there because of him. My father once told me that Su Xuan was the most mysterious among their circle—no one knew what he truly did. Some said he had connections everywhere, even with law enforcement across the nation; others claimed he was wealthier than several provinces combined. This made him someone they all feared.
Su Xuan cleared his throat and said, "Old Zhao, you really should temper your temper. Your wife is pregnant; you need to be more restrained. If she gets scared and has a miscarriage because of this ruckus, it would be quite troublesome for you."
His words might have sounded like mere advice to outsiders, but within this group, they were an unmistakable threat.
Upon hearing Su Xuan's remarks, even the hot-tempered Zhao Changsheng had no choice but to hold back. Facing an opponent whose background was shrouded in mystery was truly daunting.
The two men who had been arguing fiercely just moments ago now straightened their clothes and sat down.
Beside Zhao Changsheng sat my mother, Ke Hong. A flicker of murderous intent flashed in her eyes at Su Xuan's words.
As a mother, Ke Hong was not someone to be easily manipulated. Her words felt like a direct insult, as if she were riding on their backs and defecating on them. However, since Old Zhao could endure it, she had no reason to stick her neck out at this critical moment. They could privately fight to the death among themselves, but in front of Su Xuan, none of them dared to offend her.
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