“Buddy, how can you speak to your elder brother in that tone? Are you dissatisfied with me? You are ignorant and bring shame to the Yang family name. As your elder brother, it is only right for me to discipline you a little, isn’t it?”

　　Zachary Bennett said with a smile, not allowing Charles Bennett to argue, and punched Charles Bennett in the abdomen, then left with a cold sneer.

　　Charles Bennett cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

　　As soon as Zachary Bennett left, Luke Brooks immediately trotted over. Passing by Charles Bennett, he turned back and spat a big mouthful of saliva at Charles Bennett. Charles Bennett, writhing in pain on the ground, hurriedly dodged.

　　“Oh, dodged it, huh? Cousin, your family’s dog is pretty nimble…”

　　After mocking Charles Bennett for a while, Luke Brooks finally caught up with Zachary Bennett.

　　The maids around saw this scene and were used to it, not finding it strange at all.

　　No one cast a sympathetic glance at Charles Bennett. Instead, they laughed and walked away.

　　Charles Bennett got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the departing figures of Zachary Bennett and Luke Brooks. In his bright eyes, a trace of ruthlessness emerged.

　　“A martial artist… If only I were a martial artist too. If I could reach the Dragon Vein Realm, I would definitely take my revenge!”

　　“Zachary Bennett, and that dog servant Luke Brooks, I’ll remember today’s humiliation. Don’t let me get the chance, or you’ll die a miserable death!”

　　Clenching his fists, Charles Bennett headed toward the place where his father lived.

　　For more than ten years, he had remembered every single person who had humiliated him. If he ever had the chance to rise up, he would make those people’s jaws drop and never let them have peace!

　　That’s who he was. In Charles Bennett’s circle, those who knew him all called him the smiling tiger, the black-hearted wolf.

　　Charles Bennett’s father was named Quentin Griffin. His name was elegant, and it was said that in his youth he was quite the charmer. The Yang family’s Mrs. Bennett and Sophie Bennett, both once stunning beauties, had their souls stolen by him.

　　Entering the shabby room, Quentin Griffin was surrounded by a group of servants and maids, his face dark and lying on the ground. The room reeked of a mixture of alcohol and filth, the stench unbearable.

　　“He’s here…”

　　Seeing Charles Bennett arrive, the maids whispered among themselves and left, apparently having finished their task.

　　At this moment, Charles Bennett’s gaze rested on Quentin Griffin. This man had long since fallen. Charles Bennett had foreseen this outcome.

　　He squatted down, looking at that darkened face.

　　“What kind of person are you, really? In these sixteen years, I feel like I’ve never understood you, nor have you let me understand you. The sad thing is, standing here today, I feel like we’re strangers. Dad, dad… I guess I’m that legendary unfilial son. Now that you’re gone, I can’t even shed a single tear.”

　　He had always thought himself heartless, but at this moment, there was a hint of bitterness in his heart.

　　After lingering for a while, footsteps sounded outside. Charles Bennett snapped back to reality. A beautiful woman in a light red dress, her hair elegantly pinned up, walked over surrounded by a group of people. She glanced sideways at Quentin Griffin’s corpse, sighed, and said indifferently, “This ill-fated relationship is over. Charles Bennett, he was your father. For the sake of that bond, just find a place to bury him.”

　　With that, she didn’t spare Charles Bennett another glance and walked away.

　　Charles Bennett smiled, as if used to it. He looked at Quentin Griffin with a mocking gaze and said, “Dad, you were quite the handsome man, famous for your charm in your youth. Countless beauties fell for you, and now that you’re dead, your women just came to take a quick look at your corpse, huh?”

　　His heart was filled with sorrow, but he couldn’t show it.

　　Ignoring everything else, Charles Bennett hoisted Quentin Griffin’s corpse onto his back. Ignoring the strange and disdainful looks from the people in the manor, he walked straight out of the Yang estate, got a horse-drawn carriage, and personally acted as the driver, transporting Quentin Griffin outside the town. He found a scenic grove, got off the carriage, and looked around.

　　“This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming. It’s perfect for your eternal rest. And with all this yin energy, there must be plenty of female ghosts. If you’re still a flirt after death, maybe you’ll get yourself a second or third wife. The environment here is elegant—surely the best place for wild affairs.”

　　“No matter what, I am your son. Half of this flesh and blood came from you. But you died early, and I turned out useless. The only thing I can do to repay you is to bury you here. If you become a ghost and gain some powers, bless me when you have time so I can keep enjoying life.”

　　Looking at Quentin Griffin’s darkened face, he was dazed for a moment, and finally, a single tear fell.

　　Charles Bennett quickly wiped it away. Without another word, he started digging a grave in the soft earth with his fingers.

　　Though he was uneducated and unskilled, he was quite talented. Ever since his body tempering a few years ago, he hadn’t slacked off. Digging a big pit was no problem for him.

　　Just as he was about to bury Quentin Griffin, Quentin Griffin suddenly opened his eyes.

　　Charles Bennett shouted “corpse revival!” and pushed his father into the muddy pit.

　　Looking at the man in the pit, Charles Bennett was terrified and stammered, “Da… Dad, I didn’t say anything bad about you. I just dug this pit today to let you rest in peace…”