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“He slaughters people! How could you speak so highly of him?!” Yang Pojun yelled out furiously.

Yang Gongming shook his head and chuckled. “We are soldiers. In our world, there are only friends and foes. There are no neutral standpoints. Politicians talk but we kill. The Yang clan doesn’t need a leader to protect the clan. We need someone who would fight for the clan…”

Yang Pojun stared at his father for some time.

Finally, he smiled bitterly and said. “Father, I just can’t let it go. I’m your son. Even if I failed to meet your expectations, it was only because you raised me this way.”

“That was why I planned to never tell you this.” Yang Gongming sounded as though he was in pain. “I did not want to hurt you knowing that it was also my fault. But since you were so eager to know, I felt that I owed you an honest answer. Pojun, although you’ll never be the leader, I never looked down on you or hated you. You didn’t disappoint your mother. I'm the one who disappointed both of you…”

“Mother?” Yang Pojun snorted. “I never recalled having a mother. Father, if this is your decision, I have nothing to say. I know I cannot oppose your decision but I will never accept it!”

Having said that, he left through the door he entered.

But just when he was about to step out of the door, he saw Guo Xuehua who was waiting outside. He locked eyes with her, feeling the longing in her eyes.