Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

In that instant, Shen Jiming felt as if a thundercloud had exploded above his head. His pupils contracted, and he wanted to turn around in disbelief, but he managed to hold back.

He paused for a moment, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then asked in confusion, "What is that?"

Shen Ji continued to look at his profile. "KING is Mo Yan, right?"

Why did he replace Liang Huai'an's identity?

"And who among you is Liang Huai'an?"

His barrage of questions pounded down on Shen Jiming's head like heavy stones, momentarily freezing his already fuzzy brain.

He really didn't expect this kid to ask so directly and bluntly.

They didn't even give him a moment to breathe.

"Second Uncle," Shen Ji looked at him quietly, "can't I say?"

Shen Jiming took a deep breath, slowly turned around to look at Shen Ji, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "You really are... not polite at all."

Hearing his words, Shen Ji remained silent for a moment.

The next second, he kicked Shen Jiming, sending him tumbling off the bed and crashing heavily to the ground.

Before the other person could react, he suddenly jumped off the bed, straddled him, and slammed his fist hard into Shen Jiming's face.

Wow!

"So it really was you, you old bastard, who beat my head into a pulp!"

"Holy crap!"

"You're dead!"

Shen Jiming: "..."

No, is this the important point right now?!

Shen Ji is a vengeful kid, and he kept punching Shen Jiming relentlessly. After taking several blows, Shen Jiming finally couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Shen Ji's hand, kicked off the bed, and used the momentum to flip Shen Ji over and throw him off the bed.

He then scrambled to his feet, looking rather disheveled.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and clicked his tongue. This kid really didn't hold back at all. His face must be swollen by now.

If I go back to the film set, the director will definitely yell at me!

Shen Ji didn't care about him. He clenched his fists, got up from the ground, and rushed over again. This time, Shen Jiming didn't dare to let the brat run wild.

As a result, the two of them ended up fighting in the room.

In no time, the whole room looked like it had been hit by a typhoon. Tables and chairs were overturned, and bed sheets were torn to shreds and scattered on the floor.

This time, Shen Jiming was probably feeling guilty, so he didn't go all out. Shen Ji was unharmed, but he himself took several punches to the face.

My butt got kicked twice by that brat.

Shen Jiming: "..."

When the two finally got tired of fighting, Shen Ji crossed his arms and looked at him coldly, "Serves you right, you slapped me in the face."

Shen Jiming leaned against the headboard, panting, "You little brat, you've got guts."

Shen Ji walked to the wardrobe, opened the door and looked inside. Sure enough, he found spare sheets and duvet covers. He took them out and tossed them to Shen Jiming, "Here, change into these and go to sleep."

Shen Jiming: "..."

His lips twitched as he looked at what was in his hand, then raised his eyes in disbelief. "You asked all those questions just to beat me up?"

"Otherwise what?"

"..."

Shen Jiming was speechless. He really couldn't understand what kind of mental state this brat was in, or what kind of tricks he was playing.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and changed the sheets, then picked up the overturned table and chairs and put them back in their original positions. He also tidied up the floor before walking to the bedside and looking down at the little one lying leisurely on the bed.

Shen Ji crossed his legs, tapping his toes as he said, "You've worked hard, come on." He patted the spot next to him, "Come to sleep, didn't you say you'd take me out to play this afternoon?"

Shen Jiming: "..."

He narrowed his eyes. "You...aren't going to ask?"

Did I ask you a question?

"Some are possible."

"So you are Sovereign M?" Shen Ji asked bluntly.

Shen Jiming paused for a moment, sighed, and lay down on the bed. He put his hands behind his head, took a breath, and then nodded. "Yes."

"Oh." Shen Ji turned his head without much expression. "Admitting it so readily?"

Shen Jiming said speechlessly, "What are you pretending for? Didn't you already guess that?"

Shen Ji shrugged. "I guessed it. You can deny it if you want."

"Then I'm not."

"Whether you acknowledge it or not, you cannot deny the facts."

"..."

Shen Ji lay on the bed, propping his chin up, and asked with great interest, "Second Uncle, why did you become a terrorist? Wow, no wonder you're a movie star, you've been pretending for so many years and we didn't even notice."

Shen Jiming glanced at him sideways and asked, "Who's the terrorist?"

"do not you?"

"I'm a law-abiding citizen, okay?" Shen Jiming sighed. "Ask whatever you want, and I'll tell you everything I can."

Shen Ji quickly asked, "Is Mo Yan KING?"

Shen Jiming's deep eyes swept over his eyes, then he shook his head. "No."

"No?" Shen Ji was taken aback.

How could it not be?

Was his deduction wrong?

"He is...Monarch."

"Monarch??" Shen Ji's eyes widened in surprise. "Then who is KING??"

Shen Jiming slowly shook his head. "I don't know."

"have no idea??"

Shen Jiming pushed his head, "Can you stop being so jumpy?"

Shen Ji leaned in and yelled loudly into his ear, making Shen Jiming's ears ring.

He immediately covered his ears speechlessly, then rolled his eyes.

Shen Ji clenched his fists. "If you don't tell me, I'll make your pig-face even more swollen, you believe me?"

Shen Jiming sighed again and shrugged. "I really don't know."

"The real King died eighteen years ago."

"And that's when I left the KING organization."

Shen Ji frowned deeply. "Dead? Was it the explosion in that video?"

He paused, then snorted, "Don't tell me you don't know which video it is. Shang Mo was able to get that video and give it to Uncle Lu because you deliberately leaked it, right?"

Shen Jiming looked at him in surprise.

Shen Ji said proudly, "This is the insight of a genius, you wouldn't understand."

Shen Jiming: "..."

After a moment of silence, he said quietly, "Yes, many people died in that explosion."

"KING died in that explosion, as did the third and seventh brothers." He thought for a moment and said, "The wound on my waist... I actually got it from that explosion too."

"Eighteen years ago..." Shen Ji suddenly said, "It was the year the 'horse-riding' game became popular, and also the year Uncle Lu and Sun Huai faced off, right?"

Shen Jiming nodded. "Yes."

"Did you really commit crimes using the 'Horse Racing' game?" Shen Ji stared at him intently. "Those 'Spicy Peppers,' did they also come from your hands?"