Chapter 1142: It Turned out to Be Her

Chapter 1142: It Turned out to Be Her

Charles looked at the backs of Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan and shrugged. He muttered uncomfortably, "Do you consider yourself a god? Can you know my dad's whereabouts?"

Charles paid the bill, then left the bar, swaying. Once he went out, he was surrounded by people. Charles was clearly surprised.

"Young master!" The black-shirted man bowed, gave Charles a sigh and said, "I'm sorry. Please come with us..."

"You? How did you find me here?" Charles groaned and asked somewhat inexplicably.

"Boss is in the car over there..." The black-shirted man did not say too much but replied faintly.

"Ai!" Charles couldn't help with the situation. He sighed helplessly. Since the matter had already come to this point, he could only go to see his father with the black-shirted man.

Old Charles was sitting in an RV [1] not far away with a GPS navigation and positioning device in his hand. Yang Ming had guessed it. In Charles' mobile phone, Old Charles had already hidden a GPS chip. Just when Old Charles felt it was not quite right, he sensed that Charles should be nearby. He silently watched the movement from inside the restaurant.

Hence, Old Charles started the GPS positioning device and found Charles' location. Sure enough, Charles was nearby and ran from the restaurant to a bar.

Old Charles smiled. He got in the RV [1] and rushed to the bar.

Turning off the GPS device in his hand and hiding the device, Old Charles saw his son get in the RV [1].

"Dad!" Charles got in the vehicle very uncomfortably. He sat down, lowered his head, and seemed mad.

Old Charles frowned. "Charles, what is your intention? Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?"

"No," Charles said without raising his head.

"What is your intention? You came to the restaurant, yet you didn't come in but ran away instead?" Old Charles spoke until here, not forgetting to explain, "Don't think that my people didn't see you."

"Hmph? You saw me? I guess maybe I have a GPS chip on my phone or something?" When it came to this, Charles took his phone out and threw it in front of Old Charles.

Old Charles was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect this thing to be called out by Charles. Old Charles coughed and switched the topic. "You are not too young. Why are you still fooling around with racing cars? Do you know that the family business needs you to inherit it?"

"Dad, I understand what you think!" Charles suddenly raised his head and said very resolutely, "Dad, let's talk about it!"

"Talk?" Old Charles snorted and said, "Okay, okay, let's talk. Let me see what you want to talk to me about!"

"Dad, I am not kidding. I am very formally telling you this. I hope that you can complete this conversation with equality and fairness. I don't want you to always be full of yourself, holding your subjective opinion as the topic." Charles hesitated and said.

"Oh?" Old Charles smiled. "Interesting, okay. It will be as you wish. What do you want to talk about? Let's talk!"

"Okay, Dad. I hope you will abide by your promise. After listening to my words, you should be sensible and not yell," said Charles.

"Alright, I'm also an adult. I am still more rational than you!" Old Charles took a breath and said sternly. He also realized that Charles might want to talk to him about his future life planning issues.

Old Charles also knew that in the past few years, their father-son relationship had become obviously tense. Old Charles was quite sad about it. His age was quite old. What he wanted the most was to have his son visiting him often and talking to him, but because of the tense relationship, Charles simply ignored him. Worse still, Charles was still hiding from him which made Old Charles' heart very uncomfortable.

"Dad, in fact, you also know that my ambitions and hobbies are not about dealing with the assassin business. I don't have any interest in those things!" Charles said, "My hobby is racing. I can find joy in my life only in racing cars; other things are boring for me."

"I know this too, but if you don't manage the family business, how do we deal with the family business?" Old Charles sighed and said, "My age is not young. It can't last for many more years. What should I do? Do I abandon these brothers who are willing to risk their lives? Am I going to witness the assassin group I founded being disbanded? I really don't want that..."

"Dad, in fact, allow me to say something bluntly. Even if the family business is in my hands, the ending will still be like this, because I am not good at it." Charles said, "Everyone has their own strengths and their own dreams. I don't want you to tie me up, and make me do things I don't like to do. With that, not only am I not happy, but I believe that you will not be happy either."

"You... really thought about it? You want to have car racing as a career in the future?" Old Charles said this after a long pause. He looked at Charles, seemingly old-aged. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Father!" Charles said resolutely, "I thought about it clearly. This is my career and my pursuit. I don't want to be an assassin. I want to be a racing driver, rushing headlong on the race track!"

"However, what about the family business?" Old Charles was helpless. It was apparent that Charles was determined. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so firm.

"I..." Charles was also a bit troubled. He also understood that his father was very serious about his family's career.

"Using the small organization left by your grandfather, I personally created a glorified assassins world and made it the world's third-ranked assassin group. You can't imagine how much effort I have put in. For me, this assassin group is also like my son. Although not as important as you are, it is also a part of my life!" Old Charles said with some helplessness and regret, "But if I need to choose between the assassin group and you, I will choose you without hesitation!"

Charles's tears flowed down in an instant. He thought that his father's career was first in his father's heart, but he did not expect that his father would say this today, which made Charles's hostility and dissatisfaction with his father disappear without a trace in a flash.

"Dad!" Charles took his father's hand, and the invisible gap between the two disappeared.

"Son!" Old Charles patted Charles's shoulder. "Well, you are right. I also came around to the idea. Everyone has their own ideals and pursuits. My dream is to grow the assassin group left by my father. I made it great and felt the joy of success! So I should not stop your ideals. If you are going to race, then do it. From today, I will not Interfere with you again!"

"Really?" Charles didn't believe the facts that happened in front of him. Is this his stubborn father?

"Of course, it is true!" Old Charles smiled lovingly. "As your father, I am not as stubborn as you think. At this moment, I have gotten over it. If you want to do anything, you can be bold and go ahead. I will support you!"

"Thank you for your understanding, Father!" Charles said, with great excitement.

"Why do you need to say thank you to your own father?" Old Charles smiled.

"Hehe, but your assassin group..." Charles never thought about the assassin group matters. No matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him. However, as the relationship between father and son eased, Charles had to take into account his father's feelings.

"I can still support the things in the assassin group for a few years," Old Charles said. "At that time, I will see if I can find a suitable person and entrust it to him. In short, I can't let this assassin group dissipate! There are too few people in this capacity..."

Charles listened to his father's words and suddenly thought of Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan who he met today. Are they not looking for their own cooperation? Can they accept the business of their family? Wasn't Wang Xiaoyan not interested in his business before?

Thinking of this, Charles said, "Dad, I have met two friends who are also assassins. They were trying to talk to me about a cooperation. I refused because I didn't care about the family business. Now that I think about it, can you work with them?"

"Oh?" Old Charles said, "You know people from the assassin world? How do they know your identity?"

"I am also very skeptical about this. My identity has always been very confidential. I don't know how they know it." Charles shook his head.

"Then you should be more prudent. I hope it is not a bad guy!" Old Charles said, "What are their names?"

"I have the business card they left for me. Wait a minute. I will give it to you." Then, Charles took out the business card that Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan had left from his pocket and handed it to his father.

"Black Butterfly Assassin Group?" Old Charles groaned, "This assassin group has an arrogant tone! It is called Black Butterfly which is one word different from the world's second-ranked Butterfly Assassin Group... Yang Ming, Wang Xiaoyan... Wang Xiaoyan? Is this Wang Xiaoyan, a woman?"

"She is a woman? What's wrong?" Charles was surprised. "Dad, do you know her?"

"The surname Wang, this name is familiar, is it her?" Old Charles was lost in thought.

"Dad, what the hell are you talking about? What about her...?" Charles was a bit puzzled.

"How old is this girl?" asked Old Charles.

"She should be eighteen or nineteen years old, and like us, she is Oriental," said Charles.

"That should be the case!" Old Charles nodded. "I didn't expect that. It is actually her! Hehe, then she can know your identity. It is not surprising. They are actually called Black Butterfly. Very interesting."

"Dad, what are you saying to yourself?" Charles was a bit confused.

"It is not a big deal. You are not clear about the assassin world." Old Charles smiled. "But, if it is really that person, I will be relieved to entrust the assassin group to her."

"I really don't understand what you are saying." Charles shook his head. "But no matter what, since you think they are ok, then when there is a chance, meet with them!"

"En, I will." Old Charles nodded and said, "Okay, we have talked about your ideals. Now, are you going to tell me when you are finding me a daughter-in-law and a grandson? You are not by my side all the time, but give me a grandson and let me enjoy the fun of a family!"

"Dad... I..." Charles was suddenly stunned.

"The girl I introduced to you before is also good. The family background is clean. She is suitable for you. Now I'll support your career. Let's find a chance to see her?" asked Old Charles.

"Dad, I saw her. I don't like Europeans and Americans. I still think the Orientals are beautiful," said Charles.

"So, you like Orientals!" Old Charles nodded and no longer insisted, "Well, then you like Orientals. You should find one soon and give me a grandson. I will not interfere with your career."

"Dad, I like a person, but that person doesn't seem to like me..." Charles hesitated and said what was in his heart.

"What do you mean? Someone doesn't like you?" Old Charles heard that his son had a crush, and he immediately came to interest. "Which girl is it? Father will give you advice!"

"It's the daughter of Butler Zhou... I saw her in Song Jiang..." Charles said with a blush.

"Butler Zhou? Did you say our family's Butler Zhou? His daughter?" Old Charles was surprised all of a sudden after hearing his son's words. "Oh, I remember; Old Zhou has a daughter. Now, she should be twenty years old. I really didn't expect that time flew by so fast. Oh, my memory still retained the impression of the little girl being four or five years old!"

"Dad, look..." Charles saw that his father had no objections and suddenly felt that things looked promising.

"This is easy. I will talk to Old Zhou to be a matchmaker. You see - You both are young people. There should be a common topic." Old Charles was eager to have his grandson and naturally agreed.

"Thank you, thank you!" Charles was overjoyed and did not expect his father to be the matchmaker for him personally.

....

In Singapore, in a high-quality ward in the National Hospital, Huang Rongtian, Huang Rongjin, and Huang Lele surrounded an old man on the hospital bed - their father, Huang Xiaofei.

"Dad, you're awake!" Huang Rongtian spoke first. The doctor informed him that his father woke up, so he quickly summoned his brother and sister and rushed to the hospital.

"Rongtian..." Huang Xiaofei smiled bitterly, and two thin syllables appeared in the corner of his mouth. He looked out. He was frail now, and he was much older.

"Dad, you are fine!" Huang Rongjin sighed and said, "You don't have to blame yourself. Little sister had said that she doesn't blame you. Is that right, Lele?"

"En, Dad, don't think too much about it..." Huang Lele had a complaint about her father's lie to her, but Huang Xiaofei was her father. Blood relations couldn't be wiped out, so after his father fell ill, Huang Lele also warmed up to the idea under the persuasion of her two brothers and was prepared not to pursue her father's responsibility.

Huang Xiaofei's mouth showed a bitter smile. "Lele, Dad needs to apologize to you. Dad shouldn't lie to you..."

"Dad, never mind that it's imperative that you get better soon, but the company at home needs you too!" Huang Lele said comfortably. What she didn't say was that the bank had already come to the door. Her elder brother and second brother were both worried about the debts every day. The company was already in danger of bankruptcy.

"Yeah, Dad. Rongjin and we are waiting for you to recover!" said Huang Rongtian.

"Thank you... for forgiving me..." Huang Xiaofei's face was a little better. This was his biggest heartsore. Now that his children had forgiven him, he also settled down. "How is the company?"

"Fortunately, I am with Rongjin!" Although Huang Rongtian said seemingly in a relaxed manner, the pressure they had been exposed to these days, only they could understand.

"You and Rongjin. Hehe, I did not expect Rongjin to be like this also helping in the company!" Huang Xiaofei smiled a little happy, "You brothers are united. I am very happy!"

Huang Rongtian and Huang Rongjin looked at each other, and they all had bitter smiles. They both understood that even if the brothers were connected, the company was difficult to be supported!

"Dangdangdang," the sound of knocking on the door came from outside the ward. Huang Lele thought it was a nurse in the hospital, so she said, "Please come in."

The door of the ward was pushed open. The people who came in were indeed Li Zhichun and Li Tianjia!

"Old Huang? I heard that you are awake?" Li Zhichun said. His voice was sharp and harsh. "Ai, how come your body is so bad? You are hospitalized so easily? Hehe, that isn't a good omen?"

"Why are you here!?" Huang Rongtian glared at the Li Family father and son and asked.

"Why am I here? Naturally, I am here to visit an old friend." Li Zhichun said with a smile. "We have been friends for so many years. You are sick. I naturally want to visit you! But I will bring you unfortunate news. I heard that people in the bank have occupied your company recently! Ai, they are all asking for money!"

"You..." Huang Xiaofei gasped with a big breath. "If it weren't for you, how can my company be like this? I won't forgive you!"

"Hehe, what does it have to do with me?" Li Zhichun said indifferently. He snorted, "Aiya, you won't be confused after cerebral hemorrhage and blame anyone you see, right?"

"F*ck off! You f*ck off!" Huang Xiaofei snarled loudly, with one hand holding his heart and the other hand holding Li Zhichun.

"Uncle Huang, what do you mean by this?" Li Tianjia said, "My father came to see you with kindness, but you acted against him like this. As a person, you are really terrible; you deserve to be scammed."

"You... you..." Huang Xiaofei's breathing became rapid.