Chapter 941 You Are Still the Patriarch

Huo Zheng didn't speak, but nodded weakly.

Holly backed out gently.

Huo Zheng on the hospital bed gently closed his eyes, and the first time he saw Murong Cheng appeared in his mind.

——Dirty, down and out, as pitiful as a lost dog.

But he seemed to have an extraordinary talent for gambling, and he made a small reputation in the casino without any advice, and the unyielding and cruelty in his eyes aroused Huo Zheng's interest even more, just like seeing himself when he was young.

Huo Zheng took Murong Cheng to the underground fighting arena and taught him fighting skills, with deadly moves.

He also taught Murong Cheng shooting and driving skills, gave him the greatest trust, and made Murong Cheng his right-hand man.

The two mingled in large and small casinos in France, not only to experience themselves, but also to learn from other people's experience and skills. Later, they returned to China, based in Xianghai City, opened their own casino, and worked hard together.

They are like friends, like brothers, and like father and son.

No matter how much the emperor loves his son, when the son threatens his authority, the emperor will get angry and even kill him.

Huo Zheng will never forget that day after a day of rehabilitation exercises, he fell into a deep sleep, woke up in the middle of the night, and overheard the voice of the bodyguard outside the door.

"Have you heard? When Thirteenth Young Master is discharged from the hospital, Master Rong will give him the position of Patriarch."

"Is it suitable? I don't think Thirteenth Young Master has had a good life for a few years. Isn't it too childish for such a person to be the head of the family? He can't even speak well now."

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I've been peaceful, and I'm going to toss again..."

The bodyguards at the door sighed, they don't care who is the head of the house, they only care that their stable life will be broken.

To put it crudely: no one wants to be with a sick boss.

That night, Huo Zheng kept his eyes open until dawn.

He thinks a lot.

Everything about Murong Cheng was given to him, right, wealth, status... Even the name Huo Rong was given to him, but now, if he wants to take back everything that originally belonged to him, does he actually need Murong Cheng's charity? ?

Do not.

He doesn't need alms, let alone pity.

Without him back then, Murong Cheng would still be just a dog!

Huo Zheng originally recovered some memories, but he felt that it might be better to lose them forever. He contacted several uncles of the same family, found his cronies, and planned a crisis-ridden retirement meeting——

Then, things evolved to this point.

The door opened, and the two finally met again.

The bodyguards on both sides confronted each other in the ward, and the atmosphere was like a taut string, quiet and silent, ready to break down at any time.

Huo Zheng's eyes fell on Huo Jun who was at the side, and the corners of his eyes were cold and sharp.

Huo Jun was a little afraid of him, subconsciously shrank behind Murong Cheng, Huo Zheng's eyes became colder.

"Sure enough, you're not dead." Huo Zheng sat on the hospital bed, his voice hoarse and lazy, "It seems that Huang Laogui still has some skills, and the life he gave you has come true, and he really can't die no matter what."

Murong Cheng smiled faintly, pulled up a chair and sat down, "Huo Lin sent a message to Wang Zhan, saying that you want to see me, tell me, what's the matter?"

Huo Zheng was silent for a while, and said: "Reserve 20% of the shares for me, and use Huo Rong's name on the Huo family tree. The next head of the family must be selected from the Huo family's descendants. As long as you agree to these three things, the position of the head of the family will be determined." It's still up to you to sit."

The corner of Murong Cheng's lips curled into a playful smile, "Huo Rong is dead, there will be no such person in this world."

He glanced at Huo Jun beside him, and said with a smile: "Isn't there a ready-made candidate here? Young enough, healthy enough, but not brave enough, you can ask the uncles to spend more time and teach them well."

Huo Zheng's face darkened, he stared at Murong Cheng silently, and after a while, he smiled suddenly: "That's right, the Huo family today may not be very attractive to you."

A mess, tasteless like chicken ribs.