FakeNovelChapter 512: Chapter 512: The High and Mighty Young Master
From that ton, | knew a truth, the one with the hardest fist is the boss.
So | started to learn how to fight, sparing no one. Only when | was strong enough would no one dare to bully me
or try to take my money..."
In the year | turned seven, | was taken away by a group of people. They drove luxury cars and tookto a
mansion as beautiful as a palace.
There, | 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 maderemember that | was his son, and from then on my nwould be Tang Yuchen. | would be the
second Young Master of the Tang Family, no longer that little beggar who only knew how to scavenge through
trash.
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Every word he said was cold, an unconditional command. | was scared of him, so | 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 t| saw him, he
never appeared again.
At that time, | suddenly beca high and mighty Young Master, with endless money, living in a house that |
could never have lived in for a lifetime, and a host of servants at my disposal.
| started to live a good life, and | liked that kind of life.
But my mother gradually fell ill, her health deteriorating day by day.
Later | 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 t| felt unhappy. Without anyone to share my joy, despite having everything, | was
still lonely.
It was from that ton that | gradually becless talkative, increasingly aloof, and | started picking fights
with anyone who displeased me.
To seek thrills, | learned to street race, take drugs, gamble, always wandering on the edge of darkness.
| thought | 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 toldthat the Tang Family had a
rule, there can only be one head of the family, and only the strong could succeed.
He toldhe couldn't toleratein his sight, so either he would die, or | would.
However, he was willing to givea chance, if | could win, he would spare my life.
At the time, | was young and hot-blooded, afraid of nothing, and naturally, | accepted his challenge.
But | could never have imagined that what he wanted to compete in was killing. He gavea 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 thandling a handgun, | couldn’t bring myself to shoot, and the man | was pointing the gun at
kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. Although | was vicious, | had not reached the point of killing someone.
Facing his begging, | found it even harder to do it.
My older brother mocked me, advisingto admit defeat early if | didn’t have the guts.
How could | admit defeat? So | 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, | was only fourteen years old, and naturally | 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.
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