When Zhang Tianhua faced Zhang Mukun's questioning, he couldn't help but shake his head. He said at the same time: "I really don't know why you did this."

Seeing Zhang Tianhua shook his head, Zhang Mukun sneered and said, "Since you don't know, then I will tell you why, what we father and son did is entirely for the Zhang family."

Facing Zhang Mukun with a pretentious look on his face, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but smile and said, "Haha, for the sake of the Zhang family, you are really good at speaking."

Zhang Mukun sneered: "Isn't it? Zhang Tianhua has no ability to take charge of the Zhang family at all. It's fine if he is weak, but he is still stubborn and ignorant of adaptability. The Zhang family, the leader of the four major families, has been in charge of him for more than ten years. The Zhang family is still the Zhang family and has not made any progress at all. Ask the Zhang family present, if we had not tried our best to maintain it, would the Zhang family be the leader of the four major families?"

Although the Zhang family members present were afraid of Zhang Muyang, they still nodded secretly. The development of the Zhang family over the years has indeed been planned by Zhang Tianjie and his son.

Seeing everyone nodding, Zhang Mukun became more powerful. He stared at Zhang Muyang with his eyes and said, "What big and small matters are left to us father and son to handle, but it is just a way to win people's hearts. Do we think we are fools? You have the credit, we will take the trouble, and we can really make a good plan."

"If it's just like this, it would be fine, but he has a good son. Zhang Muyang, you can eat, drink, who is jealous of others, and offend many families? Who in Sijiu City doesn't know that Zhang Muyang's life is famous? Not to mention anything else, after a gambling game, you can easily spend hundreds of millions of dollars. It's really a big deal. No matter how rich the Zhang family is, can they be worthy of such a playboy? Has Zhang Tianhua ever disciplined such a son?"

"If the Zhang family is handed over to your hands and the Zhang family that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the future, it will sooner or later be destroyed in the hands of your father and son. Instead of watching the Zhang family fall, instead of watching the Zhang family gradually decline, instead of taking the cowardly anger of your father and son, it is better to take the power of the Zhang family into our hands, and let our father and son take the Zhang family to another peak, the true peak of China."

Speaking of this, Zhang Mukun glared at the eyes and shouted loudly: "Zhang Muyang, Zhang Tianhua, I tell you that the reason why our father and son usurped the Zhang family and the reason why the Zhang family is today is because of your father and son. The reason why they ended up today is just because of bad luck."

Faced with Zhang Mukun's accusations, Zhang Tianhua looked gloomy and didn't know how to speak. The Zhang family members beside him had bad expressions. Obviously, they were quite amazed at what Zhang Mukun said.

Not only them, but even the others present had different thoughts about him after hearing what Zhang Mukun said. Although this young man took the wrong path, he was also for the sake of the entire Zhang family. He was not unforgivable and he was not unforgivable.

For a moment, there were even people from the Zhang family who wanted to come forward to plead for him, father and son. After all, Zhang Tianjie and son were for the Zhang family, and after usurping the throne, they did not hurt Zhang Muyang's family.

Zhang Mukun looked around for a while and saw everyone's expressions. He knew that his words had just come true, especially Zhang Tianhua, who was full of guilt. As long as he spoke, he would leave his father and son's life. With his means, sooner or later, one day, sooner or later, Zhang Mukun would repay the shame of today and avenge today. By then, Zhang Mukun must kill all the things and kill them.

"Ba~bha~"

"Awesome, awesome~"

Just as everyone was silent and didn't know how to deal with it, Zhang Muyang clapped his hands and said, "Zhang Mukun, you are such a great man. Until now, you are still thinking about turning the tables. You are still thinking about using your sophistry to stimulate my father and let him let you father and son have a way out. With this scheming, it is not an exaggeration to call you a great man, but... the words you just said are just bullshits, and I tell you, today you are dead, God can't keep you, you can hear it clearly."

Zhang Mukun snorted coldly, obviously disdainful to what Zhang Muyang said, and glanced at Zhang Muyang and said, "Is it sophistry? I'm too lazy to say more, it's injustice and is in the hearts of the people."

Originally, Zhang Muyang didn't need to do this. The king of success and defeated the enemy, just slap him to death. Do you need an explanation? However, since his old man spoke, he probably wanted to figure it out too. So Zhang Muyang said patiently: "Okay, since you say something is injustice, I will say something is injustice."

"What you said just now is that my father, as the head of the Zhang family, is indeed deficient, but what he lacks is not the ability you mentioned, but a kind of mind. He cares too much about your feelings, and too much about the so-called affection."

Zhang Muyang sneered and continued: "Why did the Zhang family stop moving forward? It's not that you father and son are making trouble behind and using the Zhang family's public property to buy private businesses, but that's not that you father and son are joining the rice insects in the family and forming cliques everywhere."

"Do you think my dad don't know about these? He is just caring about family affection. Let me tell you, he is wrong. He trusts you, the ambition father and son, too much, and cares about the feelings of those bullshit people. As for me, a playboy, Zhang Mukun, think about it carefully, don't you think about it?" At this point, Zhang Muyang stood in front of Zhang Mukun and asked with his eyes.

Zhang Mukun had a ghost in his heart, so he dared not look at Zhang Muyang's eyes now, so he could only turn his head aside. Despite his fear in his heart, he still said coldly: "Hmph, there is no reason to be a crime. Now of course, you can say whatever you want."

"What? Forgot?" Zhang Muyang asked with a sneer: "You, Mr. Zhang, forgot, I will remind you, do you still remember Fatty Wang? The Fatty Wang who was by my side and was attracted to be his confidant."

Every time Zhang Muyang said something, his momentum increased a little. He looked around everyone, then his eyes fell on Zhang Mukun and said, "Zhang Mukun, you should be familiar with his name. He was arranged by your father and son to be by my side. A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old can't do anything under your guidance. Eat, drink, gambling, fight and cause trouble. You have really put a lot of effort into me, don't you think so?"

Zhang Muyang's questioning sound was very light, but no one dared to underestimate it, because the sound passed through his ears, just like the bitter cold wind in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month blew people's bone marrow, making people tremble.

Seeing that Zhang Mukun gritted his teeth and did not speak, Zhang Muyang did not force it, but continued to ask: "I won't say it far away, I just ask you who gave me the psychedelics to me last time I went to Las Vegas, who made me the psychedelics, who arranged the gambling game for me, who arranged the trap for me, who made the mother informed my parents, who also loaded bombs on their planes, who found Wang Huan's beast to tarnish my sister, who put me on the surface, and then sent a killer to follow me."

Speaking of this, Zhang Muyang was both stern. He remembered his own experience in his previous life and the fate of his parents and sisters. The evil aura that was originally pressed in his heart could not be blocked.

For a moment, everyone present, especially those behind Zhang Mukun, felt that their chests were hit hard by a heavy hammer. They vomited blood and were sluggish on the ground. There was no one in the audience who could stand firm under Zhang Muyang's aura.

Zhang Muyang patted Zhang Mukun’s cheek with his hand and asked softly: “Tell me who did these things.”

Now, if Zhang Mukun hadn't been holding it with his hands, he would have already rolled to the ground, and he would have been in great pain all over his body as if he was in the eighteenth level of hell.

Zhang Muyang never used any means, just a simple pressure. Those who were hiding far behind were vomiting blood to the end. The pressure he was facing in front of Zhang Muyang was several times higher than that of everyone. With his current ability, how could he resist it?
Chapter completed!