From that time on, I knew a truth, the one with the hardest fist is the boss.
So I started to learn how to fight, sparing no one. Only when I was strong enough would no one dare to bully me or try to take my money..."
In the year I turned seven, I was taken away by a group of people. They drove luxury cars and took me to a mansion as beautiful as a palace.
There, I met my father for the first time, a powerful and influential man.
I will never forget the way he looked at me, it was indifferent, not a trace of fatherly affection.
He made me remember that I was his son, and from then on my name would be Tang Yuchen. I would be the second Young Master of the Tang Family, no longer that little beggar who only knew how to scavenge through trash.
Every word he said was cold, an unconditional command. I was scared of him, so I had no choice but to obediently nod and remember it all.
Soon after, my mother was also brought in, but my father did not live there. After that one time I saw him, he never appeared again.
At that time, I suddenly became a high and mighty Young Master, with endless money, living in a house that I could never have lived in for a lifetime, and a host of servants at my disposal.
I started to live a good life, and I liked that kind of life.
But my mother gradually fell ill, her health deteriorating day by day.
Later I found out she knew she had a terminal illness and wouldn’t live long, which is why she took the initiative to contact my father and reveal my existence.
She only enjoyed a year of good life in that villa before she passed away.
After her death, for a long time I felt unhappy. Without anyone to share my joy, despite having everything, I was still lonely.
It was from that time on that I gradually became less talkative, increasingly aloof, and I started picking fights with anyone who displeased me.
To seek thrills, I learned to street race, take drugs, gamble, always wandering on the edge of darkness.
I thought I would live like that forever until the first son of my father appeared before me, signaling an end to that boisterous and indulgent life.
He was five years my senior, already an adult, and had his own power. He told me that the Tang Family had a rule, there can only be one head of the family, and only the strong could succeed.
He told me he couldn’t tolerate me in his sight, so either he would die, or I would.
However, he was willing to give me a chance, if I could win, he would spare my life.
At the time, I was young and hot-blooded, afraid of nothing, and naturally, I accepted his challenge.
But I could never have imagined that what he wanted to compete in was killing. He gave me a handgun, to see who could kill more people.
He didn’t even blink as he killed a person, using only one bullet.
It was my first time handling a handgun, I couldn’t bring myself to shoot, and the man I was pointing the gun at kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. Although I was vicious, I had not reached the point of killing someone.
Facing his begging, I found it even harder to do it.
My older brother mocked me, advising me to admit defeat early if I didn’t have the guts.
How could I admit defeat? So I closed my eyes and fired a shot, the bullet hit the man’s arm and did not kill him.
That shot exhausted all my strength. At that time, I was only fourteen years old, and naturally I was frightened by that kind of scene.
You probably guessed the outcome, I lost."
At this point, Tang Yuchen’s eyes darkened, not a single gleam of light to be seen in them.