The old ginger is indeed spicier.

The old man made sense—Du Zhaohui not only couldn’t bear to die himself, he couldn’t bear to let the old man die either. While Du Zhaoqi and Liu Keying’s group suspected the old man had already written a will leaving most assets to him, Du Zhaohui himself didn’t believe it.

He couldn’t die now—the old man didn’t even know about Xia Ziyu’s infidelity yet.

Du Zhaohui released the railing and pulled out a gun from behind his waist:

“Father’s right. Zhaoqi, though you’re my brother, I have no choice. In your next life, keep your eyes open when choosing reincarnation—don’t be my brother again. I prefer to eat alone!”

Liu Keying could barely hold onto the cabin door.

Liu Tianquan lay on the deck gurgling blood, his convulsions now ceased—likely beyond saving.

Two guns pointed at Du Zhaoqi.

2:1, yet Du Zhaoqi remained calm—ha, wasn’t this fucking suspicious?

Du Zhaohui felt somewhat nervous.

“Father, you still don’t understand me. Of course, I couldn’t bring Du family people to eliminate you, but I could hire others—”

As Du Zhaoqi finished speaking, another wave of dense footsteps sounded.

Over a dozen people rushed onto the deck, all armed with guns and wearing camouflage uniforms.

Damn, his mother!

Du Zhaohui couldn’t help cursing—these men looked fierce, had that little bastard Qi mercenaries?

They were a bunch of ruthless bandits.

They’d take any dirty job for money.

Not just helping Du Zhaoqi commit patricide and fratricide—these people would even dare to start wars in small countries.

Now not only Du Zhaohui, but even Du Chengrong’s expression darkened.

Du Zhaoqi didn’t care how they died—if he could create a “maritime accident,” he could also claim they were killed by pirates. The manner of death didn’t matter; what mattered was Du Zhaoqi becoming the ultimate winner.

Were the people in the cabin still alive?

Had Du Zhaoqi silently eliminated them all?

Du Zhaohui threw down his gun and surrendered with raised hands: “Zhaoqi, you’re ruthless enough—I lose! Don’t shoot, I’m unarmed, let me live a bit longer!”

With hands raised high, Du Zhaohui slowly walked to stand beside Du Chengrong, even advising him:

“Give it up, they have over a dozen guns, we have no chance. Why not sign the will and let Zhaoqi finish us quickly, suffer less?”

Liu Keying suddenly threw herself at Du Zhaoqi: “Why… didn’t you say…”

Hadn’t he said others couldn’t board the ship, couldn’t know?

If Du Zhaoqi had brought so many people, why did he let her brother die at Du Chengrong’s hand?

If he’d called these people out from the start, they could have subdued Du Chengrong and Du Zhaohui long ago.

The waves grew stronger, and everyone on deck swayed. Du Zhaoqi pushed Liu Keying away; she stumbled backward as Du Zhaoqi raised an eyebrow:

“What did I say? I said we’d split Father’s fortune equally with your siblings, and you believed it? I must thank Uncle Tianquan—without his selfless help, I wouldn’t have taken control of Du’s family’s smuggling business so quickly, nor gathered so many followers so fast. But the Du family fortune can’t fall into outsiders’ hands. When Father got the gun, he shot your brother first instead of me—can’t you understand? Whether I inherit the Du family or Big Brother does, Father doesn’t lose!”

Liu Keying groaned on the ground.

She felt both disbelief and hatred.

She bit her tongue until it bled. “…Du Zhaoqi, you truly deserve to be a Du family son, you’re as ruthless as Du Zhaohui… Haha, I, Liu Keying, lived half my life being clever, yet you deceived me… You deceived me so terribly!”

She turned to glare hatefully at Du Chengrong, “None of you Dus are good people! Du Chengrong, you think you’re so smart, let me tell you, the child in my womb is—”

“Bang!”

“Bang, bang—”

Du Chengrong fired two shots; Liu Keying’s hand clutching her belly fell lifelessly, her beautiful eyes wide open, clearly dying with unresolved grievances.

His sudden shooting of Liu Keying surprised everyone.

Liu Keying had been married to him for over a decade and bore his children, yet when she betrayed him, Du Chengrong killed without hesitation.

Even Du Zhaohui was startled.

The mercenaries Du Zhaoqi hired, not knowing Du Chengrong would aim to shoot, fired twice at his arm, and some moved to shield Du Zhaoqi!

Du Chengrong’s shot arm dropped, though he still held the gun.

Du Zhaohui saw his chance and grabbed the gun—clearly Du Chengrong let him, offering no resistance.

But how could one person fight against over a dozen guns?

He wasn’t stupid!

“Father, sorry about this!”

Du Zhaohui’s gun pointed at Du Chengrong!

He wrapped his arm around Du Chengrong’s neck, pressing the gun to his temple, and quickly backed away.

Du Zhaohui was betting Du Zhaoqi wouldn’t dare shoot.

Killing him was fine, but kill the old man—who would modify the will then?

“Big Brother, this is international waters. Even holding Father hostage, you can’t escape—how do you think I boarded? The ship is surrounded by my people—”

Du Zhaohui grinned: “If I can’t live, I won’t let you off easy. With Father dead, your plan to inherit the Du family takes a hit. See how rough the waves are—why not give me a small boat and let fate decide!”

Du Zhaohui dragged Du Chengrong to the deck’s edge, railing behind them, both figures swaying precariously—one wrong move and they’d fall into the sea.

Du Chengrong whispered:

“You’re stalling for time—do you have backup?”

“Zhaohui, let’s not fight among ourselves, father and son. Let’s get through this crisis first.”

“I thought you lured me out to sea to finish me personally, never expected Zhaoqi would have such courage…”

Fuck!

So annoying, all this chatter—wanted to shoot and end it all.

Du Zhaoqi stood at the cabin entrance, face dark.

He silently asked the mercenaries if they could shoot Du Zhaohui while avoiding Du Chengrong.

But Du Zhaohui was experienced, hiding completely behind Du Chengrong, not even showing his head.

The only angle to subdue Du Zhaohui was from behind—where the vast sea lay. The mercenary gestured to Du Zhaoqi, suggesting they position other boats behind Du Zhaohui to take him out!

Du Zhaoqi nodded.

The mercenary opened his radio.

Du Zhaohui’s heart raced—would he die here today?

Now it was his turn to place hope in Du Chengrong:

“Father, you trust me this much? Coming aboard just because I asked, without any backup? Stop playing with me, we’ll die!”

“…”

Du Chengrong responded with silence.

Du Zhaohui’s heart sank when suddenly something pulled at his clothes from behind.

“Young Master, jump—”

Ah Hua, that bastard Ah Hua.

Du Zhaohui’s heart leaped with joy. He tightened his grip around Du Chengrong’s neck and unhesitatingly plunged toward the sea.

In the high winds and waves, fearing Du Chengrong would disappear if he fell into the sea, he held him tight… not out of concern for Du Chengrong’s life, but unwilling to lose Du Chengrong’s money!

Gunshots rang out behind them.

Du Zhaohui heard the roaring waves as they plunged into the churning sea with a splash.

The impact of hitting the water made Du Zhaohui grunt, as seawater rushed into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

—Damn it, there wasn’t even an inflatable boat below, yet that bastard Ah Hua told him to jump?!