His bloodshot eyes fixed on BaiShe.
"That waste! He must have used an immoral art."
His breathing was erratic, his chest rising and falling frantically. He had no options left.
"If only I had found him sooner… I would have killed him, and the heir position would have been mine! Damn it! There must be a way…"
He clenched his teeth even tighter, his knuckles whitening under the strain. But the blood loss was weakening him. He swayed slightly.
Hu Zhen, standing beside him, sighed before speaking.
"You should calm down, Guowei. BaiShe is…"
He glanced toward him. BaiShe was speaking calmly with Qing Long.
"…different from the past. Your chance of becoming the heir is slim."
Guowei coughed violently, a sharp pain piercing his chest.
"It doesn't matter, big brother… I will become the heir, even if I have to die!"
Hu Zhen observed him for a long moment, his eyes narrowing in an indecipherable expression. Then he slowly nodded.
