flstandardbreds Chapter 1051 The Mixed-Race Little Rascal
Chapter 1051 The Mixed-Race Little Rascal
Andy Coles walked onto the deck, the sea breeze lifting the hem of his coat, the cigar in his hand glowing with a scarlet flame, the smoke quickly dissipating in the wind.
He gazed at the boundless sea, the waves crashing against the hull with a dull thud.
A series of light footsteps came from behind them. A group of wealthy merchants huddled together, driven by hunger and exhaustion to their instinct for survival.
A fat, burly boss, mustering his courage, called out in a trembling voice, "Mr. Andy Coles,"
"Could we go back to our rooms and rest for a bit? Hehe...we're business friends, aren't we? Please be accommodating...hehe!"
Andy Coles slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as if looking at a group of insignificant ants.
He waved his hand and ordered his men, "Take them to the banquet hall and keep them under centralized guard."
No one is allowed to engage in any underhanded tactics; anyone who disobeys will be shot on sight.
A horrifying scream erupted from the crowd, but they quickly fell silent.
"Move now! No tricks allowed! Everyone assemble in the banquet hall!" the armed man shouted sternly, brandishing his gun in front of the crowd.
A commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd, and someone sobbed softly, "What should I do? I want to go home..."
The people next to him quickly covered his mouth, nervously looking around: "Shh! Keep it down! Are you out of your mind?"
Teng Zijing and Ji Yang mingled in the crowd, following the flow of people toward the banquet hall, their eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to make their move at any moment.
Jones followed Andreas and whispered, "Boss, Kate is still in Andy Coles's room, and there are four men guarding the door. When do we make our move?"
Andreas's sharp gaze swept over the surrounding armed personnel, and he gave the order:
"Have the crew replace the captain, take control of the bridge, and prepare to blow up the ship if necessary. Notify all teams to be ready for rescue at any time."
“Yes, boss.” Jones nodded in agreement, and without stopping, he and Andreas parted ways and disappeared into the crowd.
At that moment, Teng Zijing's wristwatch vibrated slightly. It was a Morse code message from Shi Tiejun: "We have entered the council chamber. The internal standoff is intense, and the situation is not optimistic."
"Stay vigilant and continue monitoring," Teng Zijing replied quickly, his gaze fixed on the direction of the council chamber.
Shi Tiejun carried a tray and entered the council hall through the side door, pretending to be a waiter refilling wine, but his peripheral vision took in the scene inside the hall.
Feng Tao was forced to kneel on the ground, his shoulders pinned down by two men in black. His face was swollen and red.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet he still stubbornly raised his neck and shouted hoarsely to Feng Yan, who was seated in the main seat:
"Feng Yan, you're bullying me! I've never claimed to be a member of the Feng family!"
I live by my own hard work, why can't I have a peaceful life? You're being far too arrogant!
Feng Yan sat in the main seat, letting out a wicked laugh. He reached out, picked up his wine glass, and slowly took a sip, the wine shimmering coldly in the glass.
Feng Zhan, with a roguish look on his face, walked up to Shi Tiejun, picked up a bottle from the tray, poured himself a glass of wine, and
He glanced at Feng Tao sideways and said in a sarcastic tone, "My older brother has always been like this, especially towards a mixed-race little bastard like you."
You don't deserve the surname Feng! Now that you're in our hands, if you know what's good for you, hand over your things, and we might give you a proper burial. Otherwise... you'll regret it."
"I told you I don't know!" Feng Tao stared intently at Feng Yan with bloodshot eyes, his chest heaving violently. "Even if you beat me to death, I still won't know where it is!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, stubborn as ever, huh?" Feng Yan put down his wine glass, his voice sinister. "Looks like I've been too lenient with you."
He gave his men a look, "Beat them!"
A man in black immediately stepped forward and punched Feng Tao hard in the cheek, followed by a kick to his abdomen.
Feng Tao groaned and curled up, but was held down firmly by someone.
Another person kicked him in the back of the knee, and Feng Tao could no longer hold on, falling heavily to his knees on the ground, his clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Feng Tao!" Gu Ze, who was watching from the side, was furious and struggled to rush over, but was held back tightly.
He cursed, "You bastards! Animals!" Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the face and then kicked, falling to the ground with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"We really don't know..." Gu Ze coughed up blood, his voice weak but stubborn.
"Butler He did come to us, but he didn't give us anything... really nothing..."
Feng Tao struggled to lift his head, got up, and knelt down to stand in front of Gu Ze, blocking his way, and roared:
"The Feng family's affairs have nothing to do with Gu Ze! Let him go! If you want to kill or torture him, come at me alone!"
Gu Ze leaned against Feng Tao's back, tears mingling with blood as they streamed down his face: "Feng Tao, I don't regret it... Following you, even death would be worth it..."
Seeing this, Feng Yan suddenly clapped his hands.
The side door of the council chamber was pushed open, and two men in black pushed a wheelchair in.
The person sitting in the wheelchair, with gray hair and a withered appearance, was Feng Yuanzheng.
The moment Feng Tao saw him, his eyes widened suddenly, and his blood seemed to freeze.
He remembered that when he took Gu Ze away from the Governor of Hong Kong, his father, though old, was still vigorous and exuded an aura of authority that kept strangers at bay.
The person in front of me struggled to even sit up straight, his eyes were blurry, and he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.
"Tao...er..." Tears rolled down Feng Yuanzheng's cloudy eyes. Seeing Feng Tao's appearance, he trembled with excitement, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
Feng Tao could no longer hold back; the pent-up grievances, anger, and heartache erupted instantly, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
He wanted to rush over, but his legs felt like lead, and he could only stare intently at his father in the wheelchair.
A suppressed sob escaped his throat, and endless bitterness and resentment surged in his heart.
Feng Tao choked up for a long time, tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse and almost incoherent: "Dad..."
That cry was filled with so much pain; the sight of tears streaming down her face was enough to make one's heart clench.
"You valued him so much back then that you even gave him the ring to command the affairs of the council. What use is a helmsman's seal if you keep it?"
If he wants it, just give it to him! Why... why did he have to end up like this...
Feng Yuanzheng looked at his son with cloudy eyes, his lips trembling, his breath weak but carrying an undeniable resolve:
“He…he’s utterly rebellious…the elders of the summit…won’t let him do as he pleases…if he hadn’t still not found the seal…I…I wouldn’t even have been able to see you one last time…”
"Old man! Still dare to talk back!" Seeing this, Feng Zhan rushed forward and grabbed Feng Yuanzheng by the neck, his face contorted with a ferocious malice.
"Believe it or not, I'll strangle you right now! Tell me the whereabouts of the seal! Do you really want to bury your child? Or..."
Feng Zhan smiled slyly and continued, "You two, father and son, have been separated for so long, and you both want to reunite in the future?"
Feng Yuanzheng's face turned red from being choked, and he was breathing heavily, but he still kept his mouth tightly shut, only the hatred in his eyes was even stronger.
Upon seeing this, Feng Tao's eyes widened in fury. He struggled to lunge forward, but was firmly held down by the men in black behind him.
He could only watch helplessly as his father suffered, letting out a trapped beast-like roar from his throat:
"Feng Zhan! You bastard, let go of Dad! Come at me if you dare!"
Feng Yan sat in the main seat, coldly watching the scene, as if he were enjoying a farce.
He picked up his glass, gently swirling the liquid inside, his voice calm yet carrying a chilling undertone:
"Feng Tao, stop wasting your energy. If you don't want the old man to die, hurry up and tell me where the seal is. Otherwise... you'll just have to watch him die in front of you."
Gu Ze was trembling with anxiety, but he was firmly restrained and could only watch helplessly as this tragic scene of father and son killing each other unfolded.
A chill ran through him—the power struggle within the Feng family was far more bloody and cruel than he had imagined.
In the midst of the stalemate, Gu Ze's suppressed voice suddenly rang out, tinged with urgency: "Feng Zhan, let go!"
Chairman Feng might genuinely not know where the official seal is! The only person with access to it should be Butler He; you should be looking for him!
Feng Zhan slowly released his grip on Feng Yuanzheng's neck, his eyes as cold as a poisoned knife:
"Putting the blame on a dead man? Do you really think I'm soft-hearted?"
He picked up the remote control on the table, pressed a button, and the screen behind him suddenly lit up, displaying a video.
In the scene, several men in black are punching and kicking the old butler, He Yanzu, with brutal methods. The old man's screams are chilling even through the screen.
"Beasts! How could I have given birth to two such beasts!" Feng Yuanzheng trembled with rage upon seeing the scene.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he instantly passed out, collapsing motionless in his wheelchair.
"Dad!" Feng Tao roared, struggling even more fiercely, his wrists marked with deep red welts from the rope.
Just then, he suddenly stopped moving, threw his head back, and burst into laughter, a laughter filled with desperate madness:
"It's fate! It's truly fate! The only person who could possibly have held the seal has been killed by you two idiots! Hahahaha..."
Feng Yan, Feng Zhan, you schemed and plotted to seize the official seal, but in the end you got nothing! This is retribution!
A crack finally appeared in Feng Yan's composure, and he abruptly stood up.
He kicked over the coffee table in front of him, the sound of shattering cups and plates was extremely jarring.
"Shut up! Daniel Ho clearly confessed before he died that he went to Kunming to find you!"
"He confessed?" Feng Tao laughed until tears streamed down his face. "What would he confess to?"
Are you patricide and usurper? Or are you so intolerant of even an old steward?
I'm telling you, it's true I met Butler He, but he didn't give me anything! He just said that my father really wanted to see me one last time.
Believe it or not, you'll never find this seal in your lifetime!
Feng Zhan's eyes turned sinister. He turned and drew a dagger from the waist of a man in black beside him.
He walked step by step toward Feng Tao: "It seems you won't tell the truth unless you get serious."
"Don't touch him! Stop!" Gu Ze roared frantically, rushing forward with all his might.
But he was held down firmly by the man in black, and could only watch helplessly as the blade drew closer and closer.
The air in the council chamber seemed to freeze, with only Feng Tao's suppressed laughter and Gu Ze's struggling sounds remaining.
Shi Tiejun, carrying an empty tray, quietly took half a step back, his fingertips tapping rapidly on the bottom of the tray—
Morse code was continuously being transmitted to Teng Zijing's wristwatch, recording this bloody stalemate.