Chapter 822: Chapter 827: I Want Revenge
"Dad... he really is my dad..." After receiving confirmation from Hu Fei, Nanrong Hao’s face turned pale in an instant, mumbling to himself with a look of deep sorrow.
"Haozi, death is irretrievable, don’t be too sad." Hu Fei sighed, not knowing how to comfort Nanrong Hao.
"Let me go."
Upon hearing this, the two field personnel cast their eyes toward Hu Fei. Seeing the latter nod in approval, they immediately withdrew their hands from Nanrong Hao’s shoulders. After they left, Nanrong Hao stood up on his own, his body weak, staggering toward Nanrong Yuan’s corpse before falling to his knees with a thud.
"Dad!"
After a long time, Nanrong Hao let out a hoarse scream as if releasing all the pent-up emotions in his heart at that moment.
Watching Nanrong Hao weep uncontrollably over the body, Hu Fei sighed softly and stood quietly by the side without offering words of comfort. He had spent a fair amount of time with Nanrong Hao and knew a bit about his situation. Hu Fei was aware that when Nanrong Hao was born, his parents had left home and hadn’t returned for over twenty years.
Nanrong Hao grew up never having called ’Mom and Dad’ — something ordinary for others was a luxury for him.
Now, though he finally uttered ’Dad’, satisfying a lifelong regret, the pity was that Nanrong Yuan had passed away, and he could never feel the presence of fatherly love.
At that moment, Tang Yuan returned with his men. Seeing the tearful Nanrong Hao, Tang Yuan was slightly taken aback, looking at Hu Fei with confusion, unsure of what had transpired.
Hu Fei perfectly understood Tang Yuan’s intentions. At first, neither wanted Nanrong Hao to know about Nanrong Yuan’s identity. But, just now, Hu Fei suddenly realized something important. Concealing Nanrong Yuan’s death would undoubtedly be cruel to Nanrong Hao.
As a son, not being able to fulfill filial duties in life shouldn’t mean depriving him of the right to do so after death. Throughout history, filial piety comes first. Since Nanrong Yuan hadn’t been around his children in life, having his son send him off after death somewhat compensated for regrets.
Half an hour later, perhaps tired from crying or overwhelmed by emotions and shock, Nanrong Hao fell to the ground unconscious.
Hu Fei said helplessly, "First, find someone to take him back to the base, and also have Nanrong Yuan’s body placed at the base."
Tang Yuan nodded and said, "That’s the only thing we can do now." Pausing, Tang Yuan continued, "I just saw Little Hua being taken away by someone. This person is very skilled, and I couldn’t catch up."
"Forget it! This matter won’t be settled quickly anyway. I’ll check when I return; as long as those guys are still in East Sea City, they’ll have to show themselves sooner or later."
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Waking up, Nanrong Hao sat up groggily, uncertain how much time had passed, looking at the surrounding environment.
"Awake?" A voice came through, and Nanrong Hao turned his head to find Hu Fei walking over with a cup of water, handing it to him.
Taking the cup, Nanrong Hao blankly stared at the tea inside, motionless, clearly exhibiting sorrow in his eyes. Seeing his grief-stricken appearance, Hu Fei patted his shoulder and comforted, "I know this incident has dealt a heavy blow to you, but remember, you’re a man of the Nanrong Family. Your father is gone, but the future of the Nanrong Family relies on you to uphold it. A man can shed tears but cannot despair nor show weakness."
"Hu," Nanrong Hao raised his head and asked Hu Fei, "How did my father die?"
"Based on our investigation, he suffered abuse and torture before death, likely due to revenge from past enemies. Haozi, you might not know much about your father’s matters; I don’t want to say too much now. In short, I hope you’ll do me a favor — don’t tell your sister about your father’s matter for now. Whatever the case, wait until Ling Chen comes back to deal with it."
Nanrong Hao understood Hu Fei’s implication — if Sister found out, she’d likely be hit harder than himself.
"Hu, about my dad’s body..."
"Don’t worry, I’ve arranged everything. His body will stay in a crystal coffin without issues. Haozi, stay at the base for these two days; don’t go back. If your sister sees you like this, she might overthink."
"I understand." With that, Nanrong Hao asked, "Hu, any progress on the killer?"
"Not at the moment. I’ve ordered my men to gather clues. If you have any ideas?"
Nanrong Hao clenched the teacup in his hand and said through gritted teeth, "An eye for an eye, blood for blood. They’ve killed my father, and as his son, I can’t just do nothing."
"I understand your feelings; revenge is natural. However, you must heed my words and not act impulsively to avoid failure or risking your own life — do you get it?"
Nanrong Hao nodded firmly, saying, "Rest assured, Hu — as long as I can avenge him, I’ll listen to whatever you say."
"That’s best. Rest well; I have other matters to attend to, and I’ll check on you later." Finishing, Hu Fei left the room.
Upon reaching the control center of the base, Tang Yuan was seen standing before over a dozen surveillance monitors, repeatedly watching the displayed footage, hoping to find useful clues.
"How’s it going, any discoveries?"
Hearing Hu Fei’s voice, Tang Yuan spoke to a staff member beside him. The latter immediately understood and quickly displayed an image on the screen.
Hu Fei looked carefully at the very blurry image, apparently taken from surveillance footage. Because it was night and the camera was distant, the clarity was less than ideal.
Nonetheless, upon careful inspection, the number of people in the image could be discerned — four males in total.
"I investigated the docks; recent surveillance footage was destroyed and deleted, and the data can’t be recovered. This image was found from a surveillance camera several meters from the docks, and it’s the only photo showing suspects."
"The photo is too blurry; nothing is clear." With that, Hu Fei moved to the computer, opened a photo restoration software, and imported the picture into the software.
After more than ten minutes of effort, the blurry image gradually grew clearer. Although still somewhat vague, the faces’ outlines became distinguishable.
Upon seeing the silvery mask in the picture, Hu Fei’s eyes immediately lit up.
"It’s Zhu Hong!"