"What else do you know?"
Yun Tianyou's eyes were on red alert.
The man crinkled the corner of his eyes enticingly and answered with a sidelong glance. "Isn't this enough?"
"Arms smuggling with crude oil monopoly! These are serious crimes, indeed. I didn't expect my son to be the ringleader of a military and arms group. What a scare." He mockingly patted his chest in an exaggerated display of fear.
The boy was thoroughly floored.
What an actor!
He was apparently looking calm and cool right now!
This man is too evil.
He was more unscrupulous than he had imagined him to be.
The man looked solemnly at him before asking, "Tell me; do you think that your mommy won't be horrified into suffering a myocardial infarction if she finds out that you're the leader of a firearms group at such a young age?"
The boy only smiled defiantly at him with a look of disdain. "Even if you are to go to her, my mommy will trust my words only and not yours! After all, I'm the cutest and most gentlemanly boy of hers!"
"What if I hold proof?" the man asked in return.
That stunned the boy for good.
"I hold proof of your secret deeds. I'm sure your mommy will be very surprised when she gets a hold of it!"
The wicked smile on his father's face was especially glaring.
The boy could only clench his teeth in deep frustration as he cursed inwardly at this fiendish man. If possible, he really wanted to tear apart this black-bellied man's smiling face!
"Your mommy is like a pure little rabbit. If she learns of her son being the leader of a firearms group, she will surely be horrified, right?"
The boy cut in. "How much do you know exactly?!"
The man shrugged his shoulders innocently, as if he did not know anything at all.
Youyou could tell that his father had grasped everything about him, including his secrets.
Although he was really reluctant to compromise, he knew that this was the only way out for now. Frowning deeply with a pout, he asked, "What's your condition to keep this a secret?"
"Let me hear you call me 'daddy'."
The man lifted his chin arrogantly.
The topic was, thus, back to square one.
The boy's face was fuming red he looked as if he would go up in smoke at any moment.
Alas, if he did not abide by his condition, the man might just tell his mother his secret deeds.
If his mommy knew that he was meddling with firearms and crude oil, she might really suffer a myocardial infarction.
She might even move to destroy him.
He did not want to imagine what terrible situation it would result.
He was always careful to hide the matter and thought that this man would be unable to dig out the truth.
Regrettably, he had sorely underestimated this man.
With a sidelong glare, the boy turned his back to the man and tried to squeeze out the word through his clenched teeth as he held the table's edge for support with vice-like grip. "Daddy…"
His scornful look was full of humiliation.
The word was soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito, and could hardly be heard.
Calling out this term was the most he could bear for now.
The man was obviously unsatisfied and said cruelly, "I didn't hear it."
Youyou turned around furiously and told him accusingly. "You did hear me!"
"I didn't hear it really. I swear!" His father solemnly lifted his palm with his fingers pointing to the sky.
That antagonized the boy greatly. "Mu Yazhe, do you believe that I can bomb the Mu Group's headquarters?"
The man simply replied, "Son, you are too aggressive; I'm going to tell your mommy."
"You only know how to complain!" The little lad was maddened.
"So, what can you do with me?"
He saw the little face was ruddy with anger yet still looked so tender and adorable and could not help giving his cheeks a pinch.
Youyou coldly shunned his action and gave him a disgusted look.