death gap

Chapter 53 The anger

Wuchang City, villa area in the city center.

The Zhao family's villa compound has been decorated as a funeral scene. In the center is a luxurious crystal coffin, surrounded by mountains and seas of flowers and wreaths.

In front of the coffin, life-size photos of the deceased are placed.

The Nestorian priest who presided over the funeral stood on the high platform and read the prayer and eulogy:

"She is not dead, she just fell asleep, waiting for the day when she will be awakened by Heavenly Father. May Heavenly Father protect her family in the coming years, and receive Heavenly Father's blessings, peace, joy, and eternal life."

Dozens of nuns stood in front of the high platform, all dressed in pure black, each holding a white candle in their hands, praying silently with their heads lowered.

The guests, relatives and friends attending the funeral lined up outside the courtyard gate.

Everyone looked solemn and solemn, filling the funeral scene with an atmosphere of sadness and sorrow.

——Although they all laughed when they learned that the daughter of the Zhao family was killed while racing.

Zhao Dehou, the father of the deceased, was standing in the shadow cast by the high platform, talking quietly to his eldest son beside him.

"He did not attend the funeral. Have you found out all the details?" Zhao Dehou narrowed his eyes and asked with a gloomy face.

"Everything has been checked." Mr. Zhao lowered his voice and said:

"That person is Hong Shisan's apprentice, so it's not easy to deal with."

"Hong Shisan? Huh! I might have given him some face before, but now... haha." Zhao Dehou smiled contemptuously:
"President Li has long said that he is going to touch him. Go and add fuel to the flames and use President Li's help to deal with that kid."

"I want to see him cornered, kneeling before me and repenting."

"Father." Mr. Zhao hesitated for a moment and then said:

"I think this is inappropriate. My sister's death... actually had nothing to do with him."

"It doesn't matter much." Zhao Dehou straightened his upper body and smoothed his tie with an arrogant expression:

"But I gave him a chance, and he can't blame me if he doesn't take advantage of it."

"Yes." Mr. Zhao knew that his father had made up his mind and stopped trying to dissuade him.

"It's just a little ant. I can clean it up as I want. It's not worth mentioning." Zhao Dehou glanced at the crystal coffin, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

In fact, he knew very well that that boy had nothing to do with his daughter's affairs.

But the pain of her daughter's tragic death had to be vented to someone, so truck drivers Jin and Su Chen became the best targets to vent their anger.

To put it bluntly, for people like Zhao Dehou, his personal emotions override the facts.

……

The funeral was in progress, and suddenly seven or eight cars slowly drove up on the road outside the yard.

They are all well-known luxury cars that are in the limelight nowadays.

These cars drove slowly towards the Zhao family villa, and the guests who lined up outside the courtyard turned to both sides to avoid them.

In the end, they broke into the courtyard directly and came to the funeral site.

As soon as it stopped, a dozen tall and muscular men in protective clothing jumped out from the cars behind them.

These people were agile and moved neatly. They lined up in two teams almost instantly, standing with their hands behind their backs by the door of the leading luxury car.

Immediately, someone rolled out a large red blanket for more than ten meters, and it happened to be in front of Zhao Dehou.

After a while, the door of the luxury car opened and a young man with a slightly stout figure slowly walked out.

This person is Fang Zhong.

At this time, he raised his hands and feet with a powerful and domineering aura that made people squint their eyes when they looked at him from a distance.

The impact of such a person, such a pomp and circumstance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Almost hundreds of people in the entire funeral lost their voices at the same time, and there was silence.

Seeing the appearance of the visitor clearly, Zhao Dehou quickly forced out a smile and bent down to greet him:
"I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be Mr. Fang! You can attend my little daughter's funeral, which really makes this humble house shine." "I am indeed here to attend the funeral." Mr. Fang walked up to the middle-aged man and patted him. His shoulders:

"But it's not your daughter's, it's yours."

"This?" Zhao Dehou's expression changed and he forced a smile:

"Young Master Fang really knows how to joke."

"Am I kidding you?" Fang Zhong's eyes turned cold, and he leaned into his ear and said in a deep voice:

"You don't want to live anymore, do you? Brother Chen, you can do it too? Your daughter died because she wanted to die. Don't anger others for no reason."

"Are you standing up for that...that person?" Zhao Dehou showed doubts.

He originally wanted to say "that boy", but considering that Fang Zhong was by his side, he swallowed the words and changed it to that guy.

"Wrong, I'm standing up for you." Fang Zhong said calmly and slowly:
"Do you know who you messed with?"

"If he crushes you to death... no! Crushing me to death would be like crushing an ant to death!"

"If I hadn't interceded in front of him, your whole family would have accompanied Zhao Aijia down."

What he said was purely imaginary, imagining Su Chen as a cold-blooded butcher, but in theory it was indeed possible.

"Are you serious!?" When Zhao Dehong heard these words, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

If an ordinary person said this, he would just sneer at him and then instruct the security guards to beat him out with sticks.

But the person who said these words was Fang Zhong, and he was so conclusive that he couldn't help but not believe it.

"I've finished everything I need to tell you." After telling this person these things, Fang Zhong thought that he had done his best, so he continued:

"Next, I will deal with you for him, resign within three days and get out, and publish an apology in the newspaper."

"I hope you won't resist needlessly."

"Otherwise, I will have to take more drastic measures."

"Isn't that true!?" Zhao Dehou was shocked, confused, and completely panicked.

"I'm just here to inform you, it's up to you whether you do it or not." Fang Zhong smiled, and then found that he was wearing the same tie as him, and he immediately showed disgust:
"By the way, you changed your tie too! What kind of grade? Wear the same tie as me..."

After saying that, he immediately left Zhao Dehou and walked back to the luxury car.

The accompanying security personnel watched Fang Zhong sit back in the car. It was not until the car took the lead to exit the villa courtyard that they all returned to the cars behind them and followed him away.

When those cars disappeared at the end of the road, Zhao Dehou was still standing in front of the red carpet, his eyes straight with doubts about life.

He could hardly believe what had just happened was real.

"Is it a dream?"

"If it wasn't a dream, how could I get into trouble by handling an ant carelessly?"

"Why is that?"

Zhao Dehou suddenly turned around and looked at his daughter's portrait, his expression gradually became ferocious:

"It's not my fault, it's all this bastard's fault!"

"It's all her fault!"

"Yes! It's her fault. Everything was fine originally, but it was only because she got into trouble that things got so bad!"

Same logic.

The same anger.

The same venting of anger.

Only this time, Zhao Dehou vented his anger on his former precious daughter.

(End of this chapter)