Chapter 1523 King of Old Hpakan (2/2)

The death of the King sent the areas into a frenzy.

A man who had power, money, and a fit body would naturally have a host of beautiful ladies surrounding him, and this was another one of the man's legends. Throughout his lifetime, he had been involved with so many women that it was difficult to keep track, and he had likely fathered forty- or fifty-odd children. However, living to such an old age also meant that he outlived the majority of his children. His children did not inherit his longevity and the bulk of them died in their fifties and sixties. As such, there was this saying in Hpakant: The King of Old Hpakant lived out the time of his children.

Even though most of his children were already dead, a handful was still alive. Those children had sons and daughters of their own, who also went on to have their own children.

An Emperor's family knows no affection. Even though the King was but a king, one could argue that he was technically an emperor of sorts. And just like any emperor, the children in his family were on very poor terms with each other. This was something he could forcibly suppress while he was still alive, but things spiraled down quickly after his passing.

The following story was a story of brothers falling out. These people initially capitalized on their own strengths to go against each other and consolidate power. As some people lost power, they started looking outwards to forge alliances and retaliate.

The King might have fathered all his children but he was no father figure. Perhaps it was an issue in upbringing, but all his children were scummy and often much too ambitious compared to how competent they actually were. After a decade of internal fighting, they more or less lost to each other. However, on top of not getting the whole inheritance, they lost a lot of it.

The King spent an entire lifetime building his empire only to have his children squander all of it in a mere twenty years. All that remained now in Hpakant was the legend of the King and his good-for-nothing descendants.

Upon hearing from Zhong Dapao that this was a scion of the King, Li Du became curious. ”The King was rumored to have had hundreds of grandchildren. Which one is this?”

Zhong Dapao laughed. ”Who else could it be? He might have had many grandchildren but most of them are either dead or have run away. Only one remains in Hpakant, the one who calls himself the King of Hpakant, though I don't actually know what his real name is. The King of Old Hpakant had so many grandchildren, how can someone actually remember every single name?”

Li Du said, ”He must be really strong if he's the only one of his family left here.”

Zhong Dapao had nothing to say. Liu Zi sneered, ”He's one hell of a bootlicker, that's for sure. You think he's here because he chased out his aunts and uncles with his own strength? My ass! He's a puppet supported by the government, they're just exploiting his name to transfer his grandfather's legacy assets.”

The other party charged straight for them. The convoy of Pajeros formed a barricade and several tough-looking men stepped out of the car, their faces expressionless and cold as was expected of bodyguards.

Behind them followed a middle-aged man dressed in a white suit. He smiled and put his hands together as he approached Li Du and the people who were in the car. He spoke slowly, ”Good morning, everyone. I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, but could I just ask which one of you is Mr. Mao? Do you have a minute?”

Liu Zi spat out the piece of gum in his mouth and made to step out of the car, but Zhong Dapao stopped him. He pushed Da Mao out from behind and said, ”Hey, dude, he's looking for you.”

Da Mao, the inexperienced teen he was, shivered at the scene that was unfolding before him. ”What for?”

Zhong Dapao laughed coldly. ”What do you think? You've got an eye for picking jade, so they're definitely looking to recruit you. Go on, don't keep the King of Hpakant waiting.”