Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 257 - 258: I Want to Kill, No Evidence Needed

Chapter 257: Chapter 258: I Want to Kill, No Evidence Needed

Murong Guangfu stood there, hesitating.

Should he go?

Should he stay?

Should he go?

Should he stay?

Seeing his father like this, Murong Ziqi patted Murong Guangfu on the shoulder. "Dad, I trust you. When I thought we should go, you said to stay, and I stayed. Now, I’m saying we should stay. Dad, do you trust me?"

"I... I trust you." Facing Murong Ziqi’s earnest gaze, Murong Guangfu could only agree.

"Good." Murong Ziqi nodded.

The birthday party was drawing to a close as everyone finished their cake. Suddenly, Zheng Tianshi stepped forward, looked at Wu Tian and Murong Yezi, and announced, "Several old friends of mine wanted to come, but official duties prevented them from attending. However, they asked me to deliver their gifts."

"This..." Wu Tian and Murong Yezi were momentarily confused by this statement.

Wu Tian was especially curious. It made sense for Zheng Tianshi to be here since Wu Tian had saved his life. But what did that have to do with his old friends?

"Those old friends knew your grandfather," Zheng Tianshi said, his voice growing emotional with excitement.

He didn’t explicitly state who these people were, but everyone from the Dragon Country knew what their titles represented. During the great war, the nation’s armies had been led by these few men. While one couldn’t claim they were victorious in every battle and triumphant in every siege, their military records spoke for themselves, marking them as exceptionally rare and talented generals.

Some of them still commanded troops, others had transitioned into the ranks of civil officials, and some had vanished without a trace.

But if any one of them were to stomp their foot, the Dragon Country would tremble.

These people were connected to Wu Tian’s grandfather?

Instantly, the members of the Murong Family, Cui Chong, and the others were dumbfounded. A profound silence fell over the AK47 Restaurant.

"Impossible," Murong Guangfu blurted out.

"Yes, this is..." Murong Ziqi, who had been brimming with confidence just moments before, now found it had all evaporated. He stood there, staring dumbly at the enigma that was Wu Tian.

No, no, no, Murong Ziqi, you can’t be like this. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He gritted his teeth, trying to psyche himself up.

Perhaps on the path of an official, I’ll never surpass him in my lifetime, but I still have my Martial Skills. On the path of martial arts, he’s no match for me.

The other Murong descendants, however, lacked Murong Ziqi’s powerful capacity for self-consolation. They sighed, no longer wanting to remain in Yang City.

Wu Tian, an ant? He was clearly a ferocious beast. One careless move and he could swallow them whole. The Murong descendants now understood that Yang City was a perilous place from which they might never return.

"Haha... This Wu Tian is more terrifying than I thought," Murong Dawei chuckled, feeling immensely fortunate that he hadn’t seriously offended him.

"I’m leaving."

"Me too. To hell with restoring the dynasty. I just want to live."

These younger Murongs held little passion for their family’s ancient cause. Even if they succeeded, Murong Guangfu would be the Emperor and Murong Ziqi the Crown Prince. It would have nothing to do with them anyway.

...Murong Zhongzheng was also stunned, sighing inwardly. I was wrong, completely wrong. I was truly mistaken all those years ago. The Murong Family’s most promising member wasn’t Guangfu, nor Ziqi, but perhaps Yezi... But just who is her father-in-law?

Wu Tian stood there quietly. "Thank you for the gifts," he said.

His tone was placid, devoid of any reverence. Even though figures like Great King Zhu could shake the Dragon Country with a stomp of their foot, in Wu Tian’s eyes, that’s all they were.

Wu Tian’s reaction didn’t anger Zheng Tianshi in the slightest. Instead, he was overjoyed; it was a cause for celebration that the Prime Minister’s descendant possessed such impressive bearing.

Murong Yezi asked Zheng Tianshi about the Wu Family’s origins. Back then, she and the War God had fallen in love, but he had never spoken of his family background. So, with each of them holding their own secrets, their love had blossomed.

Zheng Tianshi remained vague. He could be muddled at times, but he knew this matter had far-reaching consequences, especially concerning the old grudges held by the descendants of the people on Treasure Island.

Seeing that he wouldn’t speak, Murong Yezi could only give up with a helpless sigh. Wu Tian didn’t press the issue either, as he already had his own suspicions.

And so, Murong Yezi’s birthday banquet came to a close.

Murong Guangfu had originally intended to show off the Murong Family’s connections to Wu Tian and Murong Yezi. Instead, it had all turned into a joke. Compared to Wu Tian’s connections, the Murong Family’s were nothing—the difference was like that between heaven and earth.

Murong Guangfu was thoroughly mortified.

As the banquet concluded and everyone prepared to leave, a calm voice cut through the room. "Wait a moment."

It was Wu Tian, still seated. He sat there, calm and composed. He didn’t seem like a young man at all. Even the Murong descendants had to admit that while Murong Ziqi’s bearing was impressive, it paled in comparison to Wu Tian’s.

Wu Tian was like an emperor. When he told them to stop, they all instinctively froze in their tracks.

Now, Wu Tian’s gaze fell upon Murong Ziqi.

At this, Murong Guangfu’s heart leaped into his throat. Why didn’t I leave earlier? Why didn’t I leave earlier?

He was already panicking, a faint sweat beading on his forehead.

But Murong Ziqi, unwilling to lose to Wu Tian in terms of composure, maintained a calm expression. "Cousin Wu Tian, what do you mean by looking at me like that?"

Wu Tian didn’t bother with pleasantries or pointless words; Murong Ziqi didn’t deserve them.

"You ordered people to set fire to several subsidiaries of the Qin Corporation," Wu Tian said, his voice chillingly cold. "Did you think you could just walk away from that? Is that possible?"

"What?" Qin Yuhan exclaimed, her beautiful eyes turning to glare coldly at Murong Ziqi.

"It wasn’t me," Murong Ziqi said, as he also cared about his reputation.

"Could it be a misunderstanding?" Murong Zhongzheng asked. He was unaware of the incident and didn’t believe Ziqi would go to such unscrupulous extremes for the sake of restoring their dynasty.

Wu Tian shot his maternal grandfather an indifferent glance before turning to the other Murong descendants. "What kind of person do you think Murong Ziqi is? A good man?"

The descendants didn’t know how to answer. Wary of Murong Ziqi, they all lowered their heads. To make them say Murong Ziqi was a good person was something they couldn’t bring themselves to do. Murong Ziqi, a good man?

Impossible. Even his own brothers were terrified of him.

"You have no evidence," Murong Ziqi stated calmly.

Murong Guangfu nodded. That’s right, Wu Tian had no proof his son did it.

"You want evidence?" Xiao Tianzan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, retorted angrily. "I believe that justice has long arms. The South is my jurisdiction. For something like this to happen under my watch is infuriating! If we investigate, we will certainly find clues."

Murong Ziqi smiled, confident that he had left no traces behind. The men in black he sent to start the fires, after they returned, had all died under his Soft Sword.

Dead men tell no tales.

Wu Tian, you have no evidence!

Murong Ziqi was feeling smug, but his thoughts were cut short by Wu Tian’s calm words.

"I think you’ve misunderstood something," Wu Tian stated flatly. "When I want to kill someone, I don’t need evidence."