Huo Zheng didn't speak, just bowed his head slightly.

Horlene stepped back gently.

Huo Zheng on the hospital bed closed his eyes gently, and the first time he saw Murong Cheng appeared in his mind.

Dirty, downcast, and pitiful as a mourning dog.

But he seems to have an extraordinary talent for gambling, and he made a small reputation in the casino without needing to click, and the unyielding and ruthlessness in his eyes aroused Huo Zheng's interest even more, just like seeing himself when he was young.

Huo Zheng took Murong Cheng to the underground fighting arena and taught him fighting techniques, with deadly moves.

He also taught Murong Cheng shooting and driving skills, gave the greatest trust, and made Murong Cheng his right-hand man.

The two of them mingled in the big and small casinos in France, not only to train themselves, but also to learn from the experience and skills of others. Later, they returned to China, established themselves in Xianghai City, opened their own casino, and worked hard together.

They are like friends, like brothers, like father and son.

No matter how much the emperor loves his son, when his son threatens his authority, the emperor will be angry and even kill him.

Huo Zheng will not forget that day after a day of rehabilitation, he fell asleep, woke up in the middle of the night, and overheard the voice of the bodyguard outside the door.

"Have you heard? When Thirteen Young is discharged from the hospital, Rong Ye will give him the position of the head of the family. ”

"Is it appropriate? I don't think thirteen young people will have a few years to live, and it's too child's play for such a person to be the head of the house, right? He can't even speak now. ”

"Yes, it's been peaceful for a few days, and I'm going to toss ...... again."

The bodyguards at the door sighed, they didn't care who was in charge, they only cared that their stable life was going to be broken.

To put it crashly: no one wants to be with a sick boss.

That night, Huo Zheng kept his eyes open until dawn.

He thought about it a lot.

Everything Murong Cheng was given by him, power, wealth, and status...... Even the name Huo Rong was chosen by him, and now, if he wants to get back everything that originally belonged to him, does he need Murong Cheng's charity?

No.

He doesn't need charity, and he doesn't need mercy.

If it wasn't for him at the beginning, Murong Cheng would still be just a dog!

Huo Zheng originally recovered some of his memories, but he felt that it might be better to lose his memory forever. He contacted several uncles of his own family, found his cronies, and planned a crisis-ridden retirement party

And then it came to this.

The door opened, and the two finally met again.

The bodyguards on both sides formed a confrontation in the ward, and the atmosphere was like a taut string, silent and ready to collapse at any time.

Huo Zheng's gaze fell on Huo Jun on the side, and the corners of his eyes showed coldness.

Huo Jun was a little afraid of him, and subconsciously shrank behind Murong Cheng, Huo Zheng's eyes were even colder.

"You're not dead." Huo Zheng sat on the hospital bed, his voice hoarse and lazy, "It seems that the old ghost Huang still has some ability, and the life he gave you has been fulfilled, and he really can't die." ”

Murong Cheng smiled faintly, pulled a chair and sat down, "Huo Lin brought a message to Wang Zhan, saying that you want to see me, say, what's the matter?" ”

Huo Zheng was silent for a while, and said: "Reserve twenty percent of the shares for me, and use Huo Rong's name to go to the Huo family tree, the next head of the family must choose from the descendants of the Huo family, as long as you agree to these three things, the position of the head of the family is still up to you." ”

The corners of Murong Cheng's lips curled into a playful smile, "Huo Rong is dead, there will be no more such people in the world." ”

He glanced at Huo Jun beside him and said with a smile: "Isn't there a ready-made candidate here?" Young enough, healthy enough, not bold enough, you can let your uncles spend more time and teach well. ”

Huo Zheng's face was slightly gloomy, he stared at Murong Cheng silently, and after a while, he smiled sneeringly: "Also, the Huo family today is afraid that it is not attractive to you." ”

It's a mess, and it's as tasteless as chicken ribs.