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

Shen Jiming shook his head. "No, the 'Walking Horse' game wasn't created by us, no... I should say, it wasn't created by the KING organization that I know."

Shen Ji didn't respond, seemingly waiting for his explanation.

Shen Jiming stared at the ceiling for a long while with a complicated expression before saying, "You know, right? Actually, KING wasn't an organization at first; it was just the name of a team of a few teenagers."

Shen Ji knew this, and he nodded.

Just as Shen Jiming was about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The two people inside were startled.

Shen Ji jumped out of bed in a flash. "Holy crap, holy crap, are the police coming to arrest you, you criminal? I'd better get out of here right now, don't give me away... Ugh, I have nothing to do with you, don't even think about dragging me into this!"

Shen Jiming: "..."

He rolled his eyes speechlessly, got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door, Shen Jiyuan stood there with a dark face, his eyes filled with a venomous hatred that seemed to want to tear him to pieces.

He pointed at Shen Jiming, then opened the door and strode into the room.

"Dad?" Shen Ji asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"You two were fighting like pigs rolling around here, how could I not hear you?" Shen Jiyuan walked up to him, cupped his face and looked him over. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his face was not injured.

"Are you injured?"

Shen Ji lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling as he said in a muffled voice, "Dad, I'm fine. I'm a tough guy, I'm not afraid of being hit. Although I'm covered in bruises and my waist hit the corner of the table, Uncle didn't hit me hard. It's okay, Dad, I can bear it. Don't blame Uncle, he didn't do it on purpose..."

The next second, Shen Jiyuan's backflip punch landed on Shen Jiming's face.

Shen Jiyuan threw this punch with almost no restraint, using all his strength.

Shen Jiming was instantly knocked off balance by the punch and slammed into the wardrobe behind him with a thud, blood immediately spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Jiming suddenly laughed. He pressed the tip of his tongue against his aching cheek, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Shen Jiyuan with a half-smile, "Are you calm now?"

Shen Jiyuan grabbed his clothes. "Shen Jiming, you'd better explain yourself clearly! What exactly is going on here?!"

Shen Jiming glanced down at the hand gripping his collar, then helplessly raised his hand in a gesture of surrender. "Could you please stop going crazy and let go of me first?"

Shen Jiyuan looked at him coldly.

Shen Jiming was even more helpless. He sighed, pointed to the other half of his face, and said, "Why don't you punch me again to vent your anger?"

Shen Jiyuan chuckled and released him. "With that pig-faced face of yours, what could you possibly do?"

Shen Jiming smiled, but the smile aggravated the wound on his lip, causing him to wince in pain. "Tsk, you two really went all out. This injury won't heal for at least three to five days. You'll have to take the blame for the director if he scolds me."

Neither the father nor the son paid him any attention. Instead, they sat side by side on the stools, legs crossed and arms folded, waiting for him to finish his story.

Shen Jiming: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, but before he could speak, there was another knock on the door.

Shen Jiming: "..."

He could only walk to the door again and open it, where Zhao Tong's disguised, pitch-black face appeared before him.

Shen Jiming looked at him with annoyance, "Why are you here too?"

Shen Ji raised his hand and said, "I called!"

Shen Jiming: "..."

Zhao Tong looked at his face suspiciously, "How come you've turned into a pig's head too?"

Shen Jiming said irritably, "It's because he was beaten up by that father and son."

"Heh." Zhao Tong walked into the room. "If you say anything I don't like later, I'll beat you up too."

Shen Jiming: "..."

He stuck his head out the door, and when he was sure no one else was coming, he slammed the door shut.

When he looked back, the last remaining chair had already been taken by Zhao Tong. The three of them sat there in a row, legs crossed, glaring at him like mafia bosses.

Shen Jiming: "..."

Shen Ji sneered, "Villain! Kneel down and repent!"

Shen Jiming wanted to slap him, but looking at Shen Jiyuan's dark face, he didn't dare.

He plopped down on the bed. "Where were we?"

Shen Ji reminded him, "You said KING isn't Mo Yan, and that he died in that explosion, as did the third and seventh brothers, and that the horse-riding game wasn't something you guys did."

Shen Jiming nodded. "Yes, that's a decent summary. That's it."

"What?" Zhao Tong asked in surprise, "KING is dead?"

"To be precise..." Shen Jiming raised his eyes and said seriously, "The King I knew is dead."

"You know, I went to high school in Qingfeng County. I only went back to Jincheng with my parents to study and take the college entrance examination in my senior year of high school."

"When I was in high school in Qingfeng County, I met some like-minded friends."

He smiled and said with a touch of nostalgia, "People only have that passionate, immature phase when they're young, and they only then idealistically believe they can save the world."

"Back then, the seven of us became sworn brothers. KING was our leader, Mo Yan was the sixth, which is the Monarch you found out about, Liang Huai'an was the fourth, and he was the Tzar in the team..."

"You've probably already seen that news, right?"

"That girl..." Shen Jiming's voice was somewhat hoarse, "Her family was very poor, but she had excellent grades and was very kind to people."

"Although her parents are from the countryside, they hope that she can succeed and leave the mountains to see the outside world."

"Every time her parents come to visit her at school, they bring some fruit and food from home to share with everyone."

"She could have had a bright future, but Sheng Ling completely ruined it."

Shen Jiyuan's voice was tinged with suppressed anger, "But precisely because he is a member of the Sheng family, with money and power, he escaped all his crimes."

"They didn't even spare her parents."

"At that time, we were very confused."

"KING also asked himself at that time, what exactly is the law, and what is justice and fairness?"

Why can bad people disregard the law and live freely because they are rich and powerful, while good people end up with their families destroyed because they are powerless and helpless?

Shen Jiming lowered her eyes, concealing her thoughts. She took a deep breath. "It was around that time that we founded the KING organization."

"KING said that if only by standing at the highest point can justice and fairness be upheld, then he must become the king at the highest point."

"We will provide the justice that the law cannot provide."

"Let's light the lamp where the light doesn't reach."

"The KING team was formed around that time."