Chapter 62 - To the prosperity of the six families!

Mo Bingwen entered the car arranged for him, engaged in a video call with his father, a man wearing a similar set of his eye glasses, Mo Xuanqing. His father was seated in a desk, two robots stood beside him organizing a pile of documents. His father asked. "Where are you travelling to?"

"To the UK. I want to check our upcoming design on our newest technology, Sandstorm RX-27."

His father put down his glasses with a solemn expression, facing his son. "Why are you really going there, Bingwen?"

Bingwen hesitated. "I want to inform Colossus about Jihai's death. It will also give me some time to rest."

"If that's what you want. But you must come back before your engagement with He Yanwen next year."

"I know."

At a far distance, Su Ying Pei stood with a bodyguard holding an open briefcase. Inside the briefcase, a syringe full of blue liquid was resting there, bubbling once in a while.

The bodyguard asked. "Why don't we just use the Heat Scorching Powder?

"There is no need to go to the extreme. I just want to teach him a little lesson. One he will never forget."

The bodyguard put the syringe into a small compartment in a black gun, handing it to him. Ying Pei aimed at his target and fired it.

The target was hit.

He straightened in satisfaction, giving it back to his bodyguard. He started walking back to his car but stopped abruptly, entering into a coughing fit.

A stream of black blood splashed on his white Italian shoes, his bodyguard rushing to his side in alarm. "Third Master!"

"Don't be afraid. It is just a relapse." He croaked.

"Why did you do tat, Master? Why did you agree to that cursed experiment?" His bodyguard felt angry and helpless.

"If all goes well, the Su family will never have to suffer again from this disease again. Has the other side sent any result yet?" He leaned on his bodyguard who carried him to the car.

"Yes, she said that if you reduce the quantity of the Red Silk Flower in the poison it will surely take us to the next step."

"Good. We will try it out when we get back." He concluded.

Mo Bingwen felt a sting on his neck, dizziness clouding his eyesight. He felt weak all of a sudden, an unknown cold entering into his body.

Mo Xuanqing narrowed his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am okay. Am just a little tired." He closed his eyes and opened them again.

"Then take a little rest. Call me when you arrive."

"Okay." Bingwen dropped the tablet weakly, taking some pills to alleviate his symptoms. He also wrapped himself with the blanket in the car and fell asleep.

When they boarded the plane and successfully arrived in the UK, his subordinates kept eyeing him with worried gazes.

He finally asked one of them. "What is it?"

The subordinate bit his lips. "Young Master, it is best we visit the hospital as soon as we settle down."

"Is something wrong?"

"Your complexion doesn't look too good."

He did notice that despite the jacket he was wearing, he could still feel the cold invading his body, making him shiver reflexively. "It is just the weather. Tell everyone to protect themselves."

Unfortunately, he couldn't take the next step because he felt cold seep through his veins, making him black out.

His subordinates ran to help him.

In another place at night, a meeting was held in a well decorated room heavily guarded by dozens of bodyguards in different uniforms. Five men and one woman sat around a big wooden table with gloomy expressions.

Tang Huizhong kept playing with his pen, letting it fall on the oak table in intervals instilling fear in the rest of the people present.

He was extremely angry.

But Shen Guiying looked at the situation with hidden satisfaction and merriment. Her brothers, Cai Shangjun and Mo Xuanqing kept unfazed expressions but unyielding auras as they watched Tang Huizhong stare at them with murderous intent.

At this point, no one dared to say anything but her position as the only female will ultimately grant her leniency so she said with a repentant face. "Da-ge, don't be angry. Its our fault, causing you lose face in public."

Huizhong's face darkened further at the reminder.

Su Liangzi glared at her. "Mei-mei."

She immediately shut up with an ignorant and puzzled expression, after getting her dėsɨrėd effect.

Tang Huizhong spoke after a while. "Explain yourselves."

The two men were reluctant to speak, but when they remembered the reason they rebelled in the first place, they were filled with resentment.

Surprisingly, it was Mo Xuanqing who was known to be a quiet and respectful man, who said only one sentence. "Da-ge is the one at fault."

Afterwards, everyone was struck with disbelief and plunged into silence after his statement. They immediately turned to Tang Huizhong who struggled to contain his rage. "Xuanqing, do you want to go against me?"

Shen Guiying tried to defend him. "We dare not. This is the children's matters, why should we let it affect us? Brother Mo is just feeling wronged because the Su engagement and the death of that pitiful child, Bai Jihai. Don't blame him, Eldest Brother."

"Shen Guiying."

She turned to the source of the voice who was sitting across Tang Huizhong.

A man dropped his cigarette on the ash tray, putting it out. "Shut up."

She genuinely kept quiet, not daring to act innocently anymore as her face turns ugly.

This was their sixth family head, whose influence was deeply ingrained in the hearts of every soldier in their country. Her green coated fingernails dug into her palms as tears gathered in her eyes, making her looked wronged.

Under normal circumstances, one of their hearts should be stirred seeing her pitiful performance but Tang Huizhong and the rest ignored her, looking at the man in interest and leaving her in embarrassment. "Lai Weilong, what do you think?"

Lai Weilong turned to face his senior brother seriously. "I think it is imperative that we stick together in this difficult times and not the enemy divide us. We have survived this long because we have always depends on each other unconditionally. We must root out the bad seeds among us and destroy it."

His sidelong glance made Shen Guiying break out in cold sweat.

"Even so, Brother Mo and Brother Cai did commit an offense: insubordination. It is intolerable. Because of that, they will be asked to submit 10% of their annual income to be shared with the remaining people here. I hope Elder Brother can forgive them after this."

Tang Huizhong's eyes were filled with contentment as he nodded. "Naturally. I am not one to hold grudges."

The others looked at him.

Of course he didn't hold grudges. He will rather settle accounts and debts immediately!

Tang Huizhong stood up in a good mood, concluding the meeting as he raised the champagne glass in the air in salute. "To the greatness of China!"

The others responded. "To the prosperity of our families!"