The Road of the Strongest 9: The Truth

  Lan Huan Yun's face was dejected, his eyes which used to be bright and spirited had become dull and lifeless, losing their usual charm. His eye sockets were sunken, and his chin was covered with dark stubble. With the smell of alcohol all over him, he stumbled and staggered as he pushed open the door and walked in. The house was devoid of any light, and there wasn't even a hint of warmth or human presence.

  Although they held a funeral for Xuer, he knew clearly that the person in the coffin was not her. Xuer, where are you? Why haven't there been any news from you for almost two months?

  He wanted to numb himself with alcohol, but the more he drank, the clearer her figure appeared before his eyes, tormenting him every moment. He stumbled up the stairs, intending to go to her room, because there was her breath.

  He was staggering along the corridor when he passed by Lin Qiang's room, and the sound coming from inside made him stop in his tracks, suddenly becoming wide awake. Her door was slightly ajar, with constant sounds of shamelessness coming from within.

  The shameless woman was actually having an affair with another man at home, and the flames of anger were burning fiercely in Lan Hanyun's chest. "Bang!" He kicked open the slightly ajar door with force, startling the entwined couple on the bed.

  "Ah……" Lin Qiong let out a loud shriek, quickly pulling the quilt over her naked body, looking at Lan Hanyun in front of her with a face full of anger and confusion. She thought that all the servants in the house had been fired by her, so they could do whatever they wanted without restraint. But she didn't expect him to come back. Since the death of that maid, he hadn't returned home for so many days.

  Zhou Yan's expression didn't show a hint of panic, he calmly got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the floor and dressed slowly. As if he wasn't the main character in this matter. Anyway, he would have found out about it sooner or later, so it was just as well that he knew now.

  Lan Huan Yun's face was gloomy, looking at them with disdain. "A pair of shameless dog men and women. How despicable!" After finishing speaking, he turned around to leave, seeing their appearance made him feel nauseous. If it weren't for the fact that he could still find Xiang Er's aura here, he wouldn't have bothered coming back to this house.

  "Halt!" A cold voice came from behind.

  Lan Han Yun stopped in his tracks and let out a cold snort. "Why should I listen to you?" A shameless man like him dared to tell him to stop?

  His eyes gleamed with a cold, sinister light. His voice was as cold as the frost of a thousand years, extremely menacing. "What for? Because I'm your father! Is that reason enough?" If he weren't his son, he would have let him go see King Yan long ago.

  Lan Han Yun's face flashed a hint of shock, he turned around and coldly sized up the man in front of him who had a few similarities with him. His black hair had a few strands of silver, and wearing glasses, he looked refined, but the sharp eyes hidden behind the lenses had an intensity that made people dare not underestimate him. He carried a faint air of danger, giving off the feeling that this man was far from simple.

  It was actually a long time ago that he discovered he didn't look like Lan and Tian at all, and he had always thought it was because he looked more like Lin Qiong. Now he finally knows he isn't even the child of Lan and Tian. How ridiculous! He had always been so proud to be a child of the Lan family, never expecting that his true identity was actually that of an illegitimate child who couldn't even see his parents.

  His eyebrows were furrowed, and a cold glint appeared in his deep eyes as he looked at him with a mocking expression. "Do you think I would believe that?" Even if it was true, he wouldn't admit it.

  Lin Qiang's face showed disbelief, and she anxiously shouted. "Yun'er, he didn't deceive you, he really is your father." Although this son was not close to her, after all, he was the one she had carried in her womb for ten months.

  He walked step by step into him, smiling mysteriously. "No need to rush to deny it, I think you should be very clear in your heart, right?" This excellent son has always been his pride, watching him grow up day by day. Calm, steady, and able to stand alone, he was overjoyed. All his hard work finally paid off, and everything he had finally found a suitable successor. This is also why after having so many women, he still did not give up on Lin Qiong.

  He raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain on his face. "So what?" Even so, he would never admit that he was his father, his only fathers were Lan and Tian.

  Zhou You's face sank into a big smile, "Haha... I know you don't admit it out loud, but in your heart, you've already accepted it, right? Now I won't force you, one day you'll be happy to call me 'Dad'." He said confidently as he looked at Lan Huan Yun.

  Her eyes, deep and profound, gleamed with a cold light as she gazed at him. "You're dreaming!" she said, before turning away indifferently. Now, he and Xier no longer had any worldly obstacles between them; he was no longer her brother.

  Zhou Rou gazed at his departing back, revealing a hint of an inevitable evil smile.

  The night is enchanting, the cool breeze is like water.

  Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it's already been a month.

  Geng Xiao's sharp eyes stared at a stone the size of a millstone in front of her. With a slight turn of her wrist, the tightly gripped dagger plunged into the stone, and with a crisp cracking sound, the stone shattered into fragments. Zhao Yimo had said that every object has its weakest point, and stones are no exception; when attacked at their vulnerable spot, even the largest one would shatter.

  She swung her dagger up and down with abandon, a satisfied smile spreading from the corner of her mouth.

  Standing not far away, his mouth twitched constantly, and his face was filled with incredulity. Had she really only practiced for three months? One strike shattered such a large stone, something that even he, who had practiced for over a decade, might not be able to do. How on earth did this freak manage to do it?

  Mo's eyes were filled with shock, and also filled with fanatical worship after the shock.

  She smiled faintly and turned to face them. "You're here."

  Mo Li's doll-like face was beaming with a radiant smile. "Xiao You, how did you do it? Tell me, okay?" Her sparkling eyes were filled with anticipation.

  "Xiao Li, if you want to know, go ask Zhao Yi Mo." His gaze passed over him and directly looked at Xiang Ao. "Man Niu, I need your help with the first thing."

  He pouted in disappointment, gazing at her with a sorrowful expression. Suddenly hearing that she was going to tell him the first thing he did for her, his eyes sparkled again and his ears perked up, waiting to hear this firsthand news.

  Staring at her with a mixture of surprise and puzzlement, there was a hint of incomprehension in his dark eyes. "Alright! You say." No matter what it was, he would unconditionally help her complete it.

  Her eyes, as clear and cold as water, showed no expression. "I want you to help me find the killer who murdered my parents." Now her heart was filled with only one thought - revenge, she wanted to take revenge on them for her parents by her own hands.

  "Good!" Towards Ao nodded firmly, his deep black eyes gazing at her. She was very strong now, strong enough to make people involuntarily feel sorry for her.