Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112: Calamities Follow One After Another He Huatang was so angry that his blood was boiling, and he glared at He Chen with bloodshot eyes, “You unfilial son, do you think you’re worthy of our ancestors?” “He Huatang!” He Chen stepped forward, hands gripping the wheelchair’s armrest, leaned down, and sneered, “Do you think I’m part of the He Family? Hmm? Do you and the hundred mouths of the He Family think of me as one of you? You ask me this now, where the hell do you get the nerve?” He Huatang stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face, momentarily speechless. He Chen gave him a prolonged, grave look before saying darkly, “This is just the beginning.” At five in the morning, the east was dawning. The members of the He Family were exhausted, the rear hall of the ancestral hall was in disarray. He Huatang sat in the wheelchair with a dark red complexion. The upheaval throughout the night had plunged the entire He Family into grief. Through decades of storms, the He Family Ancestral Hall had turned into ruins. The He Family never realized how humble their stature was in Parma. Throughout the night, the He Family was isolated and unsupported. No matter how many calls were made or how many old friends were solicited, no one came to help from start to finish. At this moment, He Chen had already left the ancestral hall and was sitting in the front courtyard with Yin Mo, having breakfast. Several Fourth Great-Uncles instructed the servants to clean up the mess, but the tablets they could find were almost all smashed. “Call the police, find someone…” He Huatang closed his eyes, his tone heavy and helpless, “The He Family must not be ruined by He Chen.” At that moment, a servant ran through the corridor and shouted with joy, “Master, Madam, the Eldest Young Master is back.” Rong Manli, dazed, suddenly opened her eyes, “Is it Ah Qing?” The servant nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes, the Eldest Young Master’s car is just outside, someone saw him going to the front courtyard.” He Huatang and Rong Manli exchanged glances with a hint of urgency in their eyes, “Quickly, to the front courtyard.” In the front courtyard’s main hall, He Chen sat on the Taishi Chair at the head, peeling an egg for Yin Mo, “Are you sleepy?” Yin Mo had a suit jacket draped over her shoulders, blinked, “A little, but I can hold on.” “Should I have someone send you back first?” He Chen looked at the woman’s eye corners with concern and casually brought the peeled egg to Yin Mo’s lips, “If you’re tired, go back to sleep, no need to stay with me.” Yin Mo took a bite of the egg and stubbornly shook her head, “Not sleepy.” He Chen’s thin lips curved into a faint smile, he leaned slightly forward, teasing her: “Go back, and I’ll hold you while you sleep.” On the other side, He Qing stood in the hall, with a wounded cheek, looking slightly frail, but his hands were tied behind his back, and tape was on his mouth, flanked by two men wearing Eagle Beak Rings on their little fingers, restraining him. Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Soon, the He Family had all gathered. The three He Family members met in the main hall, Rong Manli cried bitterly, and upon seeing her blood-stained severed arm, He Qing instantly struggled like a trapped beast. How could one He Chen cause such harm to the He Family? “Everyone’s here, so shall I say a few words?” He Chen lazily crossed his legs, sitting at the head as if the master of the entire residence. An uncle continued to boast, “He Chen, don’t be complacent, you will pay for everything that happened to the He Family last night.” He Chen touched his eyebrow and laughed hard, “I love seeing you all frantic and helpless like idiots. Before I pay the price, should you all let me collect some ‘interest’ first? After a whole night, I’m tired too. Why don’t we end this quickly, each one of you gets shot from me, life or death left to fate. Very fair, right?” Yin Mo couldn’t help but hear He Chen’s words, frowned slightly, and her eyes darkened. He was indeed about to start a massacre within the He Family. Yin Mo clutched the blazer, recalling a phone call with Qiaoqiao yesterday; perhaps… now was the perfect time Qiaoqiao mentioned. Thinking of this, Yin Mo dared not delay and sent out a WeChat message while concealing it under the jacket. The He Family deserved this, but He Chen must not be labeled as a patricide. Moreover, murdering isn’t the only way for the He Family. Meanwhile, starting at six in the morning, the entrances and exits around the He Family’s old residence were inexplicably sealed. The police calls made by Fourth Great-Uncles showed no sign of rescue. At six-thirty, the butler received a call, and upon hearing the report inside, he seemed struck by lightning. His steps stiffened as he moved to Rong Manli’s side, “Madam, madam, the He Family’s semiconductor factory was destroyed last night…” Rong Manli’s strength had reached its limit, she too was in a wheelchair like He Huatang, through the sleepless night and the pain of her severed arm, she felt it was better to be dead than alive. “What do you mean… destroyed?” The butler looked at He Chen with apprehension, “The other party claimed to be from Wenxi Island, and paid heavily to disperse all the workers, there was an explosion at the factory at four in the morning, and the fire is still not extinguished…” Rong Manli gasped, closed her eyes in a dizzy spell, “What kind of people are they? Daring such things in Parma…” “He said his surname is Jin, here to support his fourth brother.” Everyone instinctively looked at Fourth Great-Uncle, there was only him ranked fourth in the He Family. Fourth Great-Uncle was bewildered, spreading his hands, “I don’t know anyone from Wenxi Island…” “Madam, Master, Fourth Great-Uncles, someone from the police station is here.” The servant’s words were like divine intervention, instantly nurturing a meadow of hope in everyone’s hearts, “Quickly, invite them in.” The servant was leaning on the door frame, panting, “But… they said they couldn’t get in, the main roads around are under traffic control, and we are to wait.” New trouble emerged before the old wave settled, the flame recently ignited in everyone’s hearts was extinguished again. In the distance from the pedestrian street leading straight to the He Family, every street corner sported military jeeps, under the guise of traffic control. At seven in the morning, bad news continued to arrive. The headquarters of He’s received a notice from the tax bureau, demanding an immediate halt to operations to cooperate with a tax investigation. At seven-ten, the financial accounts of He’s headquarters were frozen, along with the personal accounts of Rong Manli and He Qing. At seven-thirty, He’s headquarters office building in the business district was sealed. All developments seemed as if someone was pushing the waves behind the scenes. Except for He Qing, the He Family was actively discussing solutions, since indirectly, the explosion at the factory led to the tax bureau targeting the He Family, it seemed… inevitable. At this point, sunlight filled the hall from outside. He Chen supported his forehead, dozing, as if waiting for something. Inside the hall, He Qing continually signaled with his eyes to Yin Mo, the latter observed for a few seconds, and then calmly asked, “You want to speak?” He Qing nodded, Yin Mo glanced at He Chen, and seeing he didn’t stop, she ordered the Black Hawk members to remove the tape from his mouth.