This brat hit him right on this point.
Of the three Zheng brothers, the second, Zheng Aimin, cared most about face.
More than their old man, Zheng Jianguo, cared about face.
He naturally didn't want everyone to know about this matter, at least, he wanted it to be handled with some dignity.
"Go back and kneel before your grandfather, and see how he punishes you!"
Zheng Aimin retracted his hand, he no longer wanted to look at his son.
...
Zheng Jianguo rarely lost his temper at home these years.
But today, he couldn't hold back.
He directly pulled out his gun and aimed it at his grandson.
"Zheng Wenbin!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted his name: "I have failed the ancestors of the Zheng family... How could such a rotten apple come out of our line! What are these things you've done? Aren't you afraid people will point fingers at you?!"
Zheng Wenbin lowered his head, he said nothing, knowing that even if he spoke now, it would be useless.
"I'll cripple you!"
"No, no, no!"
Zheng Aimin quickly shouted.
However, as soon as his voice fell, Zheng Jianguo fired. The shot hit Zheng Wenbin's leg, and then the muzzle was aimed at Zheng Aimin.
Zheng Wenbin knelt on the ground with a muffled groan, but he maintained his posture. He didn't make any more unnecessary sounds. He just had cold sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth, and his face was a little pale.
"Second son, do you think you, as his father, bear no responsibility?" Zheng Jianguo looked at his second son and berated him, "Kneel!"
"Although I, your father, am not very educated, there's a saying I know: a child's fault is the father's failure!" Zheng Jianguo looked at his son, "Look at what kind of garbage you've raised!"
"Dad, it's my fault, I failed to raise him properly... but he doesn't deserve to die. Let's send him to prison to reflect for a few years. The priority is to find out who contacted the Nangong family back then and caused the tragedy of the Lin family, not to deal with him," Zheng Aimin quickly said.
He was also sweating profusely, afraid of any mishaps, and feared he might be beaten severely as well.
Zheng Jianguo had beaten the three brothers quite a bit back then, but now they were all grown men... He didn't want to lose face like this.
"Dad, please calm down, the three-day deadline is tight. We'll deal with this later," the eldest son quickly chimed in.
"Hmph!"
Only then did Zheng Jianguo put away his pistol, stared at Zheng Wenbin, threw the gun to the ground fiercely, and then said coldly, "From now on, don't let them see you."
After speaking, he turned and left, busy looking for people.
At this moment, Zheng Xiuwen hurried to Zheng Wenbin's side and helped him up, "Brother, are you okay..."
Zheng Wenbin shook his head, then immediately began to stop the bleeding, shaking off Zheng Xiuwen's hand with a shrug, "Xiuwen, don't come near me, or Grandpa will scold you too."
"This... Brother, it's not that serious..."
Zheng Xiuwen quickly said.
"Xiuwen, be good."
Zheng Aimin also got up and gave Zheng Xiuwen a meaningful look, "This is no small matter."
"...Sigh."
She could only sigh helplessly, not expecting her second brother to get into such trouble. She used to admire her second brother.