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Zhan Ziye looked at his father's righteous words and curled his lips helplessly. He lazily threw the remote control to the side, put his hands into his pockets, and prepared to go back to his room to sleep.

"Zhan Ziye!" The Battle Father roared in annoyance, as if he was going to beat Zhan Ziye if he didn't listen. The anger in his heart had always been easily provoked, but he could not beat it. It was like his anger was being scattered on cotton. It was neither painful nor itchy, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

When the Battle Mother who was walking down the stairs saw that the father and son pair seemed like they were about to argue again, she hurriedly walked down and stood between the two of them. She asked, "What's wrong again? Can't you two father and son quarrel as soon as we meet? How shameful! "

As she spoke, her battle mother kept glaring at her father, as if he was the fuse that had been set off by her. She had nothing to do with her son, and she protected him to the extreme without any intention of scolding her son.

These sudden words caused his father to not know what to do. Suppressing the anger within his heart made him feel extremely displeased. Even his breathing became a little heavier, but he still had a feeling of being unable to argue. Staring at the back of Zhan Ziye's head, it was as if he was about to make a fool of himself.

"Alright, alright, I'll definitely go out." From the corner of his eyes, Zhan Ziye caught a glimpse of this scene. Suddenly, he remembered how his father had targeted him at breakfast. In an instant, he didn't want the two of them to continue arguing. He pursed his lips, turned around and slowly spoke to his battle father, and selectively ignored his killing gaze.

"This is my good son. "Old man, if you have anything to say in the future, just say it!" The Battle Mother immediately beamed with joy because of Zhan Ziye's words. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed her son's cheek. He turned around and glared at his battle father. He could not help but berate him.

Towards Zhan Ziye and his wife, the pain was deep in their hearts. After all, this was their only son. As a result, it was impossible for War Father to have been too harsh on him. As long as it wasn't something too excessive, he would selectively close one eye and let the matter pass.

"Humph!" Battle Father did not say much. He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and left the house. He returned to the company to wait for Battle Son Ye's existence. He also intentionally made people pay attention to where he was leading.

The Battle Mother spoke a few words to comfort Zhan Ziye before leaving home to gather with the other rich wives and have some tea.

After the two of them left, Zhan Ziye stayed at home for a while. Realizing that he was bored, he decided to leave this place. Walking out of his house, he did not plan to go to the Zhan Clan, but rather decided to take a look around.

Zhan Ziye happened to see a rather gorgeous bar nearby and walked in with his pants in his pocket. Wearing suit and leather shoes did not match his unrestrained temperament.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" Zhan Ziye walked into the bar, and the bartender sensed the difference between him and a gangster, so he stepped forward and asked. Normally, the people who came at this time would not be mixed with the fish and dragons at night, so he was sure that this man in front of him was different from ordinary people.

At this moment, the bartender was mixing a colored cup of wine. Zhan Ziye's eyes glanced over and just happened to be a bit interested. He raised his hand and pointed at the cup in his hand and lazily said: "The cup in your hand."

The bartender glanced at Zhan Ziye but didn't say anything. He quickly mixed the wine cup in his hand and poured him a clean goblet. He slowly said, "Please enjoy."

Taking the glass of wine, Zhan Ziye glanced at the bartender, not noticing the sinister look in his eyes as he turned around. Ye Zichen shook the wine in his hand, but before he could start drinking, his phone rang.

"Brat, are you here yet?" Zhan Ziye picked up his phone helplessly, turned around, and walked into the bathroom. As he approached, he took the initiative to hang up and press the answer button. Before he could say anything, he heard the other party's suppressed anger.

"Mm, soon, soon." Zhan Ziye pursed his lips. Looking at the clean bathroom, he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

He casually said a few words and hung up. Then, he walked out of the toilet, returned to the bar, and drained the cup of wine in one gulp. When he lifted his foot to take a few steps, the dizziness made him unable to raise his foot.

He glanced at the bar in front of the bar and signaled to the people nearby with his eyes. The man immediately went up to Zhan Ziye and said something that he could not hear clearly. He could only see the man's mouth opening and closing, but he did not have the strength to fight back.

Zhan Ziye was taken away by the two before he could faint. He subconsciously put his hand into his pocket, fumbled for his phone and called his father.

His battle father picked up the call, but before he could even open his mouth, he heard those unfamiliar voices, and felt a faint uneasiness in his heart. Without saying a word, he switched his phone to mute and recording mode before using a public phone to call the secretary. He coldly ordered, "Find the young master for me and make those who hurt him pay!"

A trace of coldness flashed across his eyes. His tone was surprisingly calm, but it also carried a sinister aura. After finishing his orders, he left his official duties and took out his mobile phone. Without a word, he and his men began to search for traces of Zhan Ziye.

In an alley beside the bar, the bartender changed his clothes and walked out. He saw a boss standing in front of Zhan Ziye and ordered, "Search all the valuable things on his body!"

The others quickly found the phone they were talking to and hung up. Then they fell to the ground in a flurry and said to their boss, "Boss, this brat called ahead of time. Should we move somewhere else?"

"Fine, you two, drive him away!" The boss arranged things with a cold expression. He only glanced at the bartender when he saw that the little ones had obeyed his orders. He turned around and gave him a sum of money. Then, he patted his shoulder, indicating that he should do his job properly.

The few of them disguised themselves as Zhan Ziye and covered their faces with their hats. As they walked down the main street, no one felt that there was anything amiss. But the scene in the alley caught Du's eye.

She watched them on their way and carefully called the police, following them closely from the bottom of her heart as she looked forward to the arrival of the police.

The person who was looking for Zhan Ziye was originally connected to his cell phone's GPS in order to find his trace, but he was cut off not long ago. They had no choice but to drive the car forward. Coincidentally, they met the sneaky Du Liqing. The battle father subconsciously opened his mouth and said, "The few people that followed that woman."

It was unknown if the Zhan family's driver was too incompetent or if the people holding Zhan Ziye felt something and unhesitatingly hailed a taxi, pushing Zhan Ziye into the car. Just as he was about to look for a chance to escape, the police car sounded. The people in the car instantly turned pale with fright. The boss calmly said to the driver, "Please hurry up and drive!"