"Chu Yan, I've treated you well over the years, so why are you doing this to me?" Chu Renxiong wasn't afraid of Chu Yan's black, ominous gun barrel, just felt strong humiliation and unwillingness. He accepted dying at the hands of an enemy, but to die at the hands of his "own people," he would never rest in peace!
"Foster father, I'm doing this for your own good. The violent world of martial arts no longer suits you. You should have abdicated a long time ago, but you've always clung to your position and suppressed me everywhere. That's your mistake. Haven't you heard of 'the waves behind push the waves ahead into the shore'?" Chu Yan pointed the gun, a face full of mockery.
"I understand now; you couldn't wait to take over, yet all this time I've been promoting you, grooming you, isn't it to have you inherit my position?" Chu Renxiong asked, puzzled.
