497: Sharpening Stone

Sharpening Stone

Tong Hui was in good condition. I said he looked like the living dead earlier, but now he had officially come back from the dead.2

He was still thin, but at least he looked like a human being.

I am secretly alarmed. Xiao Yi's worries were coming true. I was going to be kept by this old man's side to be his blood vessel.

Amitabha! Little Uncle, please come and save me. I don't want to be this old man's blood vessel.

"Nanxing, come over and sit." He greeted me warmly.

The dishes on the table were very sumptuous. There were many dishes that I liked. I couldn't help but be startled. He smiled, "What do you think? Try and see if they suit your appetite."

I unceremoniously picked up a piece of braised fish and placed it in my mouth. After chewing for a while, I nodded. "It's not as good as my family chef's cooking. It's alright."

His smile faded. "Tong Le pampers you too much."

I nodded. "That is true. He said since I'm the only heir of the Tong Family, he will pamper me to heaven and back." I glanced at him. "My parents died early. Both the Tong Family and the Nan Family have let me down. He wants to do his best to compensate me when he is still alive."

Tong Hui's smile slowly disappeared. He nodded solemnly. "He is right."

I remained expressionless. I was very surprised.

What did he mean?

Even now, I couldn't tell what his attitude toward Tong Le was. Was he a friend or a foe to my little uncle?

He picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip of some unknown liquid. He gently put it down.

"Tong Le has suffered a lot. When the family was in trouble, he was only a child. He never understood the toughness of the human world. He was the youngest of our generation, so we spoiled him. He was a real young master, but trials and suffering were truly the best sharpening stone in life. He is lucky. He grew up to be a real man of the Tong Family." He sounded rather melancholic.

"What do you mean by a real Tong Family man? A gangster?" I questioned. I had no idea how much my little uncle suffered. However, I had seen my fair bit of the underworld. Back then, he was only a 16-year-old youth. However, he managed to survive and even raised the Tong Family back from the brink of death.

However, this man was saying my little uncle was 'lucky' to have suffered. This was too unfair to my little uncle.

I took a deep breath. "People call him Master Si out of respect. He has done everything for the Tong Family. But what has the Tong Family done for him?" I looked at him fearlessly.

Tong Hui was stunned. He looked at me and smiled. "Nanxing, as a member of the Tong family, survival in a desperate situation is the most basic skill. He is born into the Tong Family. He was merely doing what he should. It's his duty."

I sneered. "His duty is to mourn the death of his family and fight like he's the only one remaining? He sure did that."

The meaning behind my words was self-evident. Why were Tong Hui and Tong Zhuo hiding their existence from my little uncle?

Mr. Tong Hui's expression darkened as expected.

"Nanxing, there are many things that are difficult to explain." He sighed softly.

"I'm not interested in wordplay. My little uncle has the right to know. At the very least, he should know why he was fighting all those years."

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