62: Chapter 62 Unfilial Son! Are you trying to poison me and divide the inheritance?

Three in the afternoon.

Old District of Linhai City, the Su residence.

Su Yun pushed the door open and entered.

He hung his coat in the entryway, changed into slippers, and walked straight to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water.

The living room was quiet.

He sat on the sofa with the water glass and had just taken a sip.

The door lock made an extremely dry, grating sound.

The door pushed open.

Su Jianguo was hunched over, his left hand gripping the doorframe, his right hand pressed tightly against his lower back.

His face, usually set in a stern expression, had its features scrunched together in pain.

Although he had changed his coat, it still faintly emitted a salty, fishy smell of seawater.

Su Yun set down the glass, his tone extremely natural: "Dad, where did you go to dig for coal?"

Su Jianguo leaned against the wall, inching his way into the room, and sat down on the single sofa with extreme difficulty.

"Don't even mention it." Su Jianguo grimaced in pain. "I went to the park this afternoon to watch the old men play chess. The road was slippery after the rain, and I landed right on my backside on the steps. Is your mom not home? What are we eating for dinner?"

Su Yun nodded, holding back a smile: "I'll order takeout. Is braised pork belly okay?"

Upon hearing the words 'braised pork belly', Su Jianguo froze.

He instantly remembered the WeChat message he had replied to earlier in the sewer.

A feeling of extreme grievance and frustration rushed to his head.

As a dignified S-rank legendary Monster Hunter, he had been blasted by Saintess Lin Xinglan's Holy Light and forced to flee, and had inexplicably become the sworn younger brother of that wanted criminal Bai Cang!

If this got out, how could he ever show his face in the Monster Hunter circle again?

"Order it!" Su Jianguo gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging. "Add extra meat!!"

Su Yun didn't reply and began scrolling on his phone.

Just then, the door was pushed open again.

Su Chen walked in.

He had changed into a very clean turtleneck sweater, his complexion showing a deathly pallor from overdrawing his spiritual energy.

As soon as he entered, Su Chen's gaze swept past the entryway and locked directly onto Su Yun on the sofa.

In that instant, Su Chen's eyes reddened.

Three parts shock, four parts heartache, and the remaining three parts were filled with an unbreakable bond of brotherhood.

He strode over to Su Yun, reached out without hesitation, and gripped Su Yun's shoulders tightly.

"Xiao Yun!" Su Chen's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a suppressed tremor.

Su Yun paused.

He immediately realized what kind of outrageous plot his older brother was constructing in his head.

Without any hesitation.

Su Yun leaned back slightly, furrowed his brows just right, and let out a very soft hiss of cold air.

His right hand moved half an inch, very discreetly, toward his lower back.

Su Chen saw this, and his heart gave a violent tug.

Sure enough! After taking Saintess Lin Xinglan's full-power Holy Light Judgment for over ten minutes at the harbor, how could he not be injured!

Xiao Yun was just toughing it out!

"Big Brother knows everything." Su Chen crouched down, looking Su Yun in the eyes, and lowered his voice. "Big Brother will remember your heart for the rest of his life."

Su Jianguo, who was rubbing his waist nearby, stopped his movements.

He looked at his two sons, completely confused.

"What kind of riddle are you two playing?" Su Jianguo asked. "Did Xiao Yun sprain his waist too?"

Su Chen turned his head to look at Su Jianguo, his expression quickly returning to indifference: "Dad, you're here too."

Su Chen sneered inwardly.

Those idiots from the Investigation Bureau and the Holy Domain were locking down the entire city, making a mess of everything, and even their old man had suffered collateral damage just from visiting the park.

But now was not the time to talk about that.

Su Chen looked back at Su Yun, his lips moving slightly as he spat out a few words extremely discreetly: "That bottle of medicine, did you take it?"

Su Yun remained expressionless.

Medicine? The medicine was in their old man's pocket.

This cross-server conversation was a bit hardcore, but it couldn't stump him.

Su Yun glanced at Su Jianguo and let out an extremely helpless sigh.

"I didn't take the medicine." Su Yun lowered his eyes, glanced at Su Jianguo, and said in a very low voice, "I gave it to someone who needed it more. He... has it hard."

Boom!

A thunderclap exploded in Su Chen's mind.

He naturally noticed Su Yun's gaze.

The limited-edition S-rank recovery potion that his younger brother had risked his life to obtain—even though his own lower back had been blasted by Holy Light, he hadn't been willing to use it, and instead secretly slipped it to their old man who had only bumped into some steps?!

This was truly an unparalleled, filial son!

In comparison, he, the older brother who was rarely home, was practically a cold-blooded animal!

Su Chen's nose tingled with emotion.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and forced the moisture in his eyes back.

Just then, Su Jianguo reached into his pants pocket with practiced ease and pulled out an exquisite, silver-white medicine bottle.

There was no trademark, no text.

Only a half-bloomed black mandala was engraved, very obscurely, on the bottom of the bottle.

Clutching the medicine bottle, Su Jianguo was exceptionally certain: under this roof, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to recognize the origin of this thing.

After all, in his eyes, his whole family were just the most law-abiding commoners.

Even taking a step back, even if his eldest daughter Yaoyao worked at the Investigation Bureau, at most she was just a grassroots employee.

She wouldn't even have the qualifications to come into contact with such high-end forbidden items that couldn't even be seen on the black market, let alone recognize them.

So he took it out without scruples.

Su Jianguo rubbed the patterns on the bottle with his rough thumb, his brows furrowed into a 'river' shape.

The stuff in this bottle—he had only smelled a trace of it on the breakwater earlier, and he had concluded that it contained at least two types of rare spiritual energy Materials starting at eight figures.

It was definitely a top-tier item that couldn't be bought on the market.

But this was precisely what he was most unsure about.

That bastard Bai Cang didn't even blink when scamming people.

He shoved this priceless S-rank life-saving potion to a 'younger brother' he had only sworn brotherhood with ten minutes ago?

Was this grandson doing charity work?

Su Jianguo's eyes darkened.

There was definitely something added in there.

Given the temperament of those lunatics in the Salvation Society, it might be some kind of chronic poison that could control the mind or corrode spiritual energy.

He had to find an excuse to pour it out and test it.

On the other side, Su Chen, who was standing, saw the medicine bottle clearly.

That was the S-rank Life Essence he had extorted from the top brass of the Extreme Night Consortium at a great cost.

The global production was less than ten bottles a year, and every drop was enough to forcibly drag a person on the brink of death back from the gates of hell.

Sure enough, he had guessed right.

Xiao Yun had given this bottle of potion to their old man.

Su Chen's heart felt like it was being fiercely squeezed by an invisible hand.

Xiao Yun had suffered such heavy injuries that he couldn't even stand steadily, yet he hadn't even been willing to open the cap of this medicine.

He would rather tough it out himself than give the best to his family.

In this world, how could there be such a silly, good younger brother.

He even regretted pulling his 'younger brother' into his own camp.

A trace of imperceptible moisture welled up in Su Chen's eyes.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the soreness in his nose, and sat down on the sofa next to Su Jianguo.

No!

He only had this one bottle. If their old man took it, what would happen to Xiao Yun?

He had suffered such heavy injuries; if he didn't take it, he might die.

Su Chen stared at the silver-white medicine bottle.

His gaze slowly moved up from the bottle and finally locked onto Su Jianguo's face, which was slightly twisted from back pain.

"Dad." Su Chen's voice was extremely gentle, even carrying a hint of suppressed ingratiation. "This bottle looks quite exquisite... what brand of calcium tablets are these? I see Xiao Yun has been studying hard lately and doesn't look too good. Why not let him have some first?"

"No!" Su Jianguo's eyes widened, his five fingers tightening sharply, clutching the medicine bottle tightly in his palm, his tone rising.

Have some?

This damn thing was shoved over by the Salvation Society leader, Bai Cang! Who knows what kind of abyss poison might be mixed in that could make someone lose their mind and turn into a killing machine! His youngest son was just a student with no strength to truss a chicken; if he ate a mouthful, wouldn't he drop dead on the spot?

Su Chen froze in place.

He had originally thought that as long as he made up some excuse, his old man would go with the flow and give these 'calcium tablets' to Xiao Yun.

After all, the Su family's rule since they were little was that the good stuff always went to the younger siblings first.

But his old man's reaction was so big?

"Dad." Su Chen frowned slightly, persuading him with patience. "Although this is a 'three-no' packaging, it really is high-end imported goods. Xiao Yun went... to the Library to study today, and I saw that he could barely walk steadily. He's overexerted, and this nutrient solution is exactly what he needs. Don't be stingy."

After hearing this, Su Jianguo ground his back teeth in anger.

What the hell overexerted!

He turned his head to look at Su Yun, who was sitting on the single sofa.

His second son was holding a glass of warm water, his complexion rosy, his breathing steady; apart from his gaze being a bit vacant, where was there any sign of him being unable to walk steadily?

"He's not overexerted at all!" Su Jianguo pointed at Su Yun and glared at Su Chen. "I'm telling you, Su Eldest, the stuff in this bottle is of suspicious origin. Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, I wouldn't let Xiao Yun touch even a single drop! Even if I have to pour it into the toilet and flush it, he won't be eating it!"

Su Jianguo's attitude was extremely firm.

He even shrank his body backward, fearing that Su Chen would come up and snatch it.

Because it involved the injury on his lower back, his mouth twitched in pain again.

Su Chen stared at Su Jianguo's tightly clenched fist, his brows furrowed into a 'river' shape.

Absurd. Simply unreasonable.

Xiao Yun had such a serious injury on his lower back that he couldn't even walk steadily, yet he hadn't even been willing to pull the cork on this medicine bottle.

He had left his only life-saving item to his father, who had bumped his waist at the park.

And what did he get in return? Suspicion. Rejection. Just a cold 'suspicious origin' from this old man.

"Dad." Su Chen's voice sank, suppressing his anger. "No packaging? No instructions? Is that why you've judged this thing to be of suspicious origin and inedible?"

Su Jianguo leaned against the back of the sofa, the sharp pain in his waist making his face turn pale. "What else? A broken bottle that doesn't even have a production date—who knows what kind of ghost thing is inside!"

Su Chen laughed in extreme anger and took a step forward.

"Whose custom-made high-end life-saving medicine needs an instruction manual stuck on it to scan a security code? What exactly are you being so stubborn about?" Su Chen pointed at the medicine bottle, his eyes reddening. "You don't understand how precious this medicine is. Even if you don't trust this medicine, can you not even trust your own son?"

What the hell?

Su Jianguo turned his head, his face full of an expression that said he'd seen a ghost.

However, his brain turned fast.

This kind of black-market forbidden item of unknown origin—he felt his hands were dirty just from touching it.

The eldest was not only letting him eat it, but insisted on letting his youngest son Su Yun, who was usually weak and had no strength to truss a chicken, eat it too?

Was this reasonable? This was absolutely unreasonable!

Su Jianguo's thoughts instantly slid into a terrifying direction.

This brat Su Chen was rarely home and was out making a living.

Could it be that he had lost everything in business over the past few years, or even borrowed a deadly high-interest loan?

Was he forced into a corner by those gangsters in society, so he ran home to poison them and kill them for their money?

Did he want to poison him and Xiao Yun to death, and then rightfully inherit this duplex in the Old District?

Su Jianguo felt the more he thought about it, the more flawless this logic was.

He was so angry that his breathing became heavy, and his back teeth ground together with a clacking sound.

"Su Eldest!" Su Jianguo slammed his palm onto the sofa armrest and roared. "Don't you try to trap me with that kind of talk! What do you mean I don't trust my own son?"

He grabbed the silver-white medicine bottle and shook it fiercely in mid-air.

"This thing doesn't even have a list of ingredients; you say it's a tonic, so it's a tonic? Those health supplement salespeople selling fake medicine outside talk even better than you do!"

The more Su Jianguo spoke, the angrier he got, pointing at Su Chen's nose and raising his voice: "If you said sh*t was good, do I have to eat a couple of bites too?! Huh?! Huh?!"