Chapter 243 - 128: Yun Port City Is Winning Every Day

Chapter 243: Chapter 128: Yun Port City Is Winning Every Day

Although they had long since witnessed their father’s abilities, every single time was like watching an Immortal in action, because this was power that no damn mortal could possess.

His six grandsons were gently enveloped by the cyan and yellow energy, slowly rising into the air.

"Wow!"

"Grandpa! I’m flying!"

"I can fly! I can fly!"

The little ones waved their arms and legs in the air, grinning from ear to ear.

After doing all this, Lu Yun began to walk forward, leaning on his cane. His six grandsons, held aloft by his Divine Will True Qi, floated along beside him.

After seeing their father-in-law leave in a huff, Shen Luoying shot an annoyed glare at an awkward Lu Jingteng beside her, while Li Zhiyu gave her own husband, Lu Jingjun, a similarly displeased look.

Their gazes clearly said: ’See? I knew this would happen. You’ve made Dad angry, haven’t you?’

So, the two of them quickly followed Lu Yun and left the hospital.

Only Lu Jingteng and his two brothers remained in the corridor, along with Uncle Fu, Yan Lintong, and Ren Facai.

Lu Jingteng and Lu Jingwu scratched their heads.

’So... we disturbed Dad’s most treasured grandsons while they were sleeping?’

’Our poor little brother is just getting abandoned in the operating room while Dad goes home for a nice long sleep?’

Lu Jingteng glanced at his second brother, Lu Jingjun, and his cousin, Lu Jingwu, and sighed. "Ah Jun, and Jingwu, you two head back first."

"Uncle Fu, Uncle Tong, Cousin Fa Cai, and I will stay here and keep watch."

Lu Jingjun and Lu Jingwu exchanged a glance and nodded. One was busy with military affairs, and the other was managing the massive Lu Family Trading Company; they truly couldn’t afford to be away.

"Mm." The two of them agreed and turned to leave.

The next morning. The Luo Family’s estate, once so prominent, had become utterly deserted after the degenerate gambler Luojin squandered the family fortune.

Friends and relatives who had once been eager to curry favor now kept their distance, terrified of being asked for money.

Previously, they would go out of their way to avoid any member of the Luo Family. If an encounter was unavoidable, they would merely offer a few perfunctory words and then hastily depart.

But now, everything was different. For some time, the Luo Family estate had been bustling with visitors, a truly lively scene. Of course, this was all because of the Luo Family’s son-in-law, Lu Yun.

A few months ago, Luojin, that degenerate gambler, had lost another huge sum of money and was drowning in debt. The Cyan Dragon Gang came to his door every day, banging on it, shouting obscenities in the street, and throwing feces—they resorted to every possible tactic.

His doting old mother wailed to the heavens, begging everyone for help, but no one paid her any mind.

In the end, it was Lu Yun who stepped in. He broke Luojin’s legs and then paid off the debt on the spot.

Because of this, Luojin’s mother went around everywhere at the time, proclaiming that her son’s legs had been broken by Son-in-law Lu, Lu Yun.

She wanted everyone to come and pass judgment, to see for themselves how ruthless this son-in-law was.

And the result? It didn’t garner the support she’d hoped for. Instead, she was met with a tremendous surprise.

Those same friends and relatives who had been avoiding them started popping up again, one by one.

"My, my, that boy Luojin was just asking for some discipline! Son-in-law Lu did the right thing! Someone had to teach him a lesson he won’t forget!"

"Exactly! Exactly! It’s a case of tough love! Son-in-law Lu clearly cares about his nephew-in-law, Luojin. If he didn’t, who would care whether he lived or died?"

"The Luo Family’s suffering is finally over! With Son-in-law Lu around, who will dare to bully them now?"

Luojin’s mother was stunned at first, but then it dawned on her. Lu Yun was now the one and only, irreplaceable sky over Yun Port City.

For Son-in-law Lu to personally intervene meant he still cared about his nephew-in-law Luojin. And him caring was a tremendously good thing.

As for the broken legs? Let them be broken. The worst-case scenario was that he’d be bedridden for life. But if the personal connection were to be severed, that could never be repaired.

At that moment, in the main hall of the Luo Family estate, Luo Zhengsheng was sitting in the master’s seat, his face ruddy and his spirits high.

Because his grandson Luojin’s gambling had led to the family’s ruin, the old Patriarch of the Luo Family had become utterly exhausted, as if his very life force had been drained away.

But lately, he had regained some of his vigor. Color had returned to his face, he walked with renewed energy, and even his voice was full and resonant.

Luo Zhengsheng now spent his days busily exchanging pleasantries with neighbors, friends, and relatives. Sometimes he would stand at his doorway and chat for half the day.

However, there was only one phrase ever on his lips: "My good son-in-law, Lu Yun..."

Just then, he was standing at the door, seeing off a portly old gentleman dressed in fine silks.

This man’s surname was Jin. He was in the textile business, owned several shops, and was considered a person of some standing in the area.

Previously, he would have given Luo Zhengsheng a nod at most, but now he was the one taking the initiative to visit for a game of chess.

"Old Jin, won’t you stay for a meal?" Luo Zhengsheng asked with a chuckle.

The portly gentleman surnamed Jin quickly waved his hands. "Oh, no, no! If my sons see I’m not home, they’ll come looking for me! Each one is more of a handful than the last. They’re such a headache!"

Luo Zhengsheng responded with a hearty laugh. "Hahaha, alright then. Just when I was thinking I hadn’t had my fill yet."

Old Jin laughed too, his eyes narrowing to slits. "No problem! I’ll wander over after dinner, and we can battle for another three hundred rounds!"

"And I’m not just boasting about my chess skills! I’ll work out a few new moves this afternoon, and tonight I’ll annihilate you!"

In a clean and tidy chamber in the Luo Family’s east courtyard, a middle-aged woman with streaks of gray in her hair personally carried a bowl of steaming, restorative soup into the room.

She wore a simple, dark-blue jacket and skirt and was followed by two maids; one carried utensils, the other a towel.

Inside the room, a young man sat in a wheelchair, toying with a wooden sword.

This was the once-notorious degenerate gambler, Luojin—the very same prodigal son who had gambled away the entire Luo family fortune, the one whose name made everyone shake their heads.