Chapter 511: Either he dies, or I perish!
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In order to protect his innocence, Hou Yirong broke his own taboo by taking action against the Witch Clan elder who forced him into submission.
He personally eliminated the opponent.
The method was swift and decisive.
The members of the Hou family never acted personally, but he broke that rule.
The Hou family had a century-long agreement with the Witch Clan, and Hou Yirong was well aware of it.
By killing the Witch Clan elder, he broke the taboo once again.
To avoid being pursued by the Hou family and entangled with the Witch Clan, Hou Yirong and Hou Zhi flew to the United States overnight.
Hou Yunjiao's lips twitched as he listened.
His second cousin had been noticed by someone from the Witch Clan and was being forced to become a son-in-law.
Hou Yunjiao's anger and amusement welled up inside him.
When did the people of the Hou family allow the Witch Clan to do as they pleased?
While it was true that the Hou family had signed a century-long agreement with the Witch Clan, it didn't mean that the Hou family members could be at their beck and call.
Hou Yunjiao's exquisite and handsome face was clouded with worry.
Had the Hou family been too tolerant towards them, to the point where the Witch Clan couldn't find their place?
A trace of gentleness appeared in Hou Yunjiao eyes, as he said to Hou Yirong, "Second brother, regardless of the cause of the matter, our grandfather will demand an explanation."
These words subtly indicated his willingness to compromise.
Hou Yirong lowered his gaze, concealing the faint shimmer in his eyes.
With anger in his tone mixed with resentment, he self-mockingly said, "Why should the Hou family be controlled by the Witch Clan? I'm unwilling. It was clearly their fault.
I've grown up all these years without suffering such a huge loss in front of outsiders. I almost changed my name and identity. If our father knew, he would probably think his son, whom he had raised for over twenty years, had become a daughter."
The Witch Clan's priestess was the next clan leader, and her husband had to accompany her at all times.
Once Hou Yirong married the priestess, he would no longer be free.
Why did these words make people feel uncomfortable?
Hou Yunjiao disregarded the strange feeling in his heart and said, "But you shouldn't have killed the Witch Clan elder."
"It's either he dies, or I perish!"
Hou Yirong's eyes turned red as he stared directly at Hou Yunjiao.
Hou Yunjiao tightly pursed his lips and met his second brother's slightly flushed gaze, taking a deep breath.
"Now we need to deal with the present situation. What should we do about our grandfather?"
Hou Yirong blinked, and said seriously, "I can't go to the Witch Clan."
He would rather die than submit to marrying the Witch Clan's priestess.
Hou Yunjiao stood for a long time, feeling a bit tired.
He walked over to the single sofa opposite and sat down, maintaining a straight and handsome posture.
His slender and beautiful hands rested on his knees, and the sunlight from outside reflected onto the back of his hand.
Hou Yunjiao fingertip tapped on his knee, with occasional pauses in his movements.
His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, seemingly capable of devouring one's heart and soul.
His gaze swept over Hou Yirong and Hou Zhi.
Not knowing what he had seen, his eyes flickered slightly.
Suddenly, Hou Yunjiao spoke, "Second brother, there are two ways to appease our grandfather's anger now. You can go to the Court of Punishments, or you can hand over Hou Zhi."
"Hou Zhi is not at fault this time."
Hou Yirong shook his head. He was a person who dared to take responsibility.
Hou Yunjiao frowned as he observed his second brother and Hou Zhi.
They were still as distant as ever, without any ambiguity.
Hou Yunjiao tentatively spoke, "Second brother, you and Hou Zhi?"
Hou Yirong's tone was calm, "What about me and her?"
He looked bewildered, his gaze clear and honest.
"It's nothing." Hou Yunjiao shook his head.
If it wasn't for Hou Yirong's attitude, he would have almost believed that something was going on between them.
In the Hou family, there was always a distinction between high and low, the master and the hidden guards, and they had never been on an equal footing.
Hou Yirong quickly understood what was going on, his expression changed drastically as he stared at Hou Yunjiao in disbelief.
"Third brother, what are you thinking!"
Hou Yirong felt insulted.
No matter what, it was impossible for him to have anything with Hou Zhi.
Although they were master and servant, they shared a bond that had existed since childhood.
Hou Zhi was the most favored little Zhi in the Hou family's hidden guards.
Her existence held different meanings for many people.
Even if Hou Zhi was the only woman left in the world, Hou Yirong dared to guarantee that there would be no possibility between them.
"It's good that there's nothing." Hou Yunjiao nodded gently.
He waved his hand at Hou Chuan, who was standing by holding the cipher box. "Put away the things. We won't use family law today."
When Hou Yunjiao didn't know that Hou Yirong had been manipulated by the witch clan, he wanted to take action against his second brother before the old master.
The purpose was to prevent the old master from coming personally.
When they returned to the Hou family, he would take action, and his second brother would definitely suffer.
Since the witch clan had taken the initiative, there was still room for negotiation in this matter.
Suddenly, Hou Zhi, who was kneeling on the ground, lost control of her body and fell forward.
"Hou Zhi!"
"Little Zhi!"
Two anxious voices resounded.
Hou Chuan, who had just put down the things in his hands, saw Hou Zhi falling to the ground and rushed over in a single stride.
Hou Yirong coldly watched as Hou Zhi fell without making any move.
He was the closest person, and he could have reached out and caught her.
Another voice came from Hou Qiang, who was standing far away, holding his phone and aiming the camera at Hou Yirong and Hou Zhi.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened.
Just as Hou Zhi was about to hit the ground, Hou Chuan quickly caught her.
Hou Yunjiao silently watched as Hou Chuan pinched Hou Zhi's philtrum, anxiously calling her name.
The Third Young Master's eyes drooped slightly, concealing his complex emotions.
Soon, he stood up and walked to the opposite side of Hou Qiang.
The icy look in Hou Yunjiao's eyes faded away, replaced by a hint of gentleness.
"Grandfather, this is the situation. The witch clan has indeed crossed the line this time. If we take family law against my second brother, it would be too harsh. If there are any issues, let me take them back to the country and give you an explanation."
After Hou Yunjiao finished speaking, he lifted his gaze slightly to look at Hou Qiang.
The latter pressed a button on the phone screen and made an OK gesture to Hou Yunjiao.
"Is the recording finished?"
"It's done, Third Young Master."
Hou Qiang stepped forward and respectfully handed his cellphone to the man in front of him.
The moment Hou Qiang spoke, Hou Yirong, who was kneeling not far away, immediately stood up.
The previous look of grievance, unwillingness, and anger on his face disappeared completely.
Hou Yirong walked up to Hou Chuan and Hou Zhi and furrowed his brows, asking in a low voice, "What happened to Xiao Zhi?"
Hou Chuan's face was filled with distress. "She lost too much blood and fainted."
Hou Yirong's gaze swept over Hou Zhi's pale, bloodless face, and his voice softened rarely. "Find a doctor to check on her. Let her rest and recover for now. She doesn't need to go back to the country temporarily to avoid risking her life again."
"Thank you, Second Master."
Hou Chuan expressed gratitude and carried Hou Zhi upstairs.
The relationship among the Huò family's hidden guards was very close, especially with Hou Zhi, who could be said to be the most favored among them.
If she had any trouble, Hou Qiang and Hou Chuan would be the first to stand up.
Hou Yirong walked over to Hou Yunjiao's side and patted his shoulder, expressing gratitude. "Third Brother, thank you."
"We are brothers."
Hou Yunjiao's face was cold, but there was a gentle light in his eyes.
"Is Hou Zhi's injury serious?"
Hou Yirong's face turned dark, and a murderous intent emanated from him.
"She won't die, but those damn witch clan bastards have nearly destroyed her. If it weren't for their despicable acts, I wouldn't have personally taken action."
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