Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children - Chapter 78

Chapter 78

“Why?”

The drunken haze vanished completely.

Gao Qiangsheng stared at the brother who had once been as close as family, but now seemed like a stranger.

Thinking back on everything that had happened today, he should have noticed something was off with his four brothers long ago. But after four years apart and the trust they had built over decades, he hadn’t suspected a thing…

It had all been a trap.

They had lured him out of prison just to kill him.

These were the brothers he had known for decades. How ironic.

The betrayal cut deep.

The four brothers lowered their heads in shame, avoiding his gaze.

“Big Brother, we’ve wronged you. We’ll atone for it in the next life,” the second brother spoke, but before he could finish, Gao Qiangsheng cut him off.

“Tell me—why do you want me dead?”

His voice thundered with anger, his eyes filled with pain and sorrow.

The brothers fell silent.

They had been forced into this.

But in the end, when choosing between their families and their brotherhood, they had chosen the former.

Betrayal was undeniable.

They had no excuse.

Gao Qiangsheng’s mind was in turmoil, but he remained clear-headed.

He knew his brothers well.

And when he saw their guilty expressions, he immediately realized something.

“You were threatened? Your families were used against you?”

A true leader—he had pinpointed the issue instantly.

The brothers said nothing, only lowering their heads further.

That was the answer.

Gao Qiangsheng let out a bitter laugh.

“Of course. Compared to your families, I’m just an outsider.”

His expression darkened.

“I can understand why you betrayed me… but why do you want to kill Xiao Mo too?”

On their way here, the brothers had repeatedly mentioned Chen Mo.

Before dinner, they even called him, luring him back.

It was clear—they planned to kill him too.

That, Gao Qiangsheng could not forgive.

Being betrayed by his brothers had left him numb, but he still had one thing left to care about—his brilliant apprentice, Chen Mo.

After three years in prison, he had treated the boy like his own son.

And now, someone wanted him dead?

His will to live reignited.

If he let these brothers go, Chen Mo would likely meet the same fate—stabbed in the back.

His gaze hardened, and a chilling aura erupted from his body.

But it only lasted a moment before fading.

The wound from the second brother’s knife was too deep.

It had struck an artery. Blood gushed from it, soaking his clothes.

Steadying himself, the second brother finally spoke.

“Chen Mo is also a target… That’s what he wants.”

At this point, there was nothing left to say.

The brothers had chosen their path—to kill him and Chen Mo.

And Gao Qiangsheng had made his choice—to kill them first.

He would not let his apprentice fall into their trap.

A murderous intent filled the room.

“Die…”

Gao Qiangsheng couldn’t wait any longer.

His wound was bleeding heavily, his strength fading.

If he hesitated, it would only put him at a greater disadvantage.

Summoning all his energy, he grabbed a nearby chair and charged at them.

He had no weapons—this would have to do.

If he could take one down, that was enough.

The so-called “brothers” abandoned all pretense of honor and drew their machetes.

Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, they actually felt relieved.

If he hadn’t fought back, they might have hesitated.

Now, they had no reason to.

As Gao Qiangsheng swung the chair, they raised their blades to meet him.

Despite spending four years in prison, his combat instincts remained sharp.

As he neared them, he hurled the chair to block their vision, immediately grabbing another.

He brought it crashing down on one of them.

The fifth brother tried to dodge but was too slow.

Crack!

A sickening crunch echoed through the room—his arm had been broken.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stumbled back.

At that moment—

A machete slashed across Gao Qiangsheng’s back, tearing a deep wound.

Blood poured out.

But he didn’t care.

With another roar, he swung the chair again.

His brothers’ hearts pounded in fear.

He was fighting like a man who had already accepted death.

No—he knew he wouldn’t survive.

He wasn’t even trying to.

The only reason Gao Qiangsheng fought them was to prevent his apprentice from suffering the same fate.

Despite taking a fatal blow, he was still at the peak of the Ming Jin stage, three levels above his so-called brothers. For a while, they couldn’t overpower him.

The five of them clashed fiercely, the battle chaotic and relentless.

Five minutes passed.

Gao Qiangsheng’s blood loss was severe—his body could no longer hold on. His vision blurred.

The four brothers weren’t faring well either. Some had been hit, leaving them crippled or with broken bones.

Seeing Gao Qiangsheng’s movements falter, the second brother seized the opportunity and drove a knife straight into his chest.

It was over.

The brothers sighed in relief.

Gao Qiangsheng had fought like a madman. If the fight had dragged on, no one could say for sure who would have killed whom.

The air froze. Everything fell silent.

Staring at Gao Qiangsheng with a blade piercing through his chest, the brothers’ gazes were complicated.

They had once been family—brothers closer than blood.

Now, they stood as mortal enemies.

Crack!

At that moment, the private room door burst open.

Chen Mo appeared in the doorway.

The scene was so chaotic that he thought he had entered the wrong room.

For a split second, he felt like he had returned to the days of fighting against the Alliance.

He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly froze.

Something wasn’t right.

Weren’t these his uncles?

Four of the Brotherhood’s core members.

And the man lying in a pool of blood, stabbed by them—was that… his master?

Chen Mo’s face twisted in shock.

He let out a furious roar and charged forward.

Just moments ago, he had been loitering outside the restaurant, watching his goddess-like teacher flirt with Xu Hao, shoving their public display of affection down his throat.

Only after they left did he snap out of it, remembering his appointment with his master.

He quickly hailed a taxi to Tianyuan Restaurant.

But the moment he opened the door, he saw his master lying in blood—killed by his own brothers.

His mind went blank.

None of it made sense.

These four had always treated him well. Why would they suddenly turn on his master?

“Master, are you okay? It’s me, Chen Mo!”

Chen Mo immediately used the emergency techniques his master had taught him—pressing pressure points, stopping the bleeding.

Amidst the frantic effort, Gao Qiangsheng regained a final moment of consciousness.

Seeing his apprentice, he smiled in relief.

He had held on long enough for Chen Mo to arrive.

Now, his apprentice wouldn’t be fooled by these traitors.

And with Chen Mo’s strength, he had nothing to fear from them.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the second brother creeping behind Chen Mo, raising his blade.

Gao Qiangsheng’s pupils shrank.

Summoning his last ounce of strength, he shoved Chen Mo aside.

“Watch out for them—”

He barely got the words out before his head slumped, his consciousness fading.

With that push, the second brother’s blade missed its mark.

Chen Mo stood there, stunned, watching his revered master die before his eyes.

[Ding! Chen Mo’s mentality crumbles. Emotion value +999…]

But he was the protagonist. His mind was stronger than most.

Anyone else—

Having their goddess stolen, watching her flaunt it, and then witnessing their master’s murder—

Would have completely collapsed.

Chen Mo didn’t.

He hesitated only for a second before launching himself forward like a madman.

He didn’t know why these four, who had always treated him well, had suddenly turned on his master.

But they had killed his master.

So they deserved to die.

Unlike Gao Qiangsheng, he wasn’t injured.

He was at the late Ming Jin stage.

And everyone knew—when a protagonist got angry, their strength multiplied tenfold.

The four brothers didn’t stand a chance.

Chen Mo cut them down swiftly.

The second brother, who had tried to stab him, and the fourth brother, who resisted fiercely, were both killed in his fury.

Only the third and fifth brothers remained.

Before they could react, he had them pinned to the ground.

He left them alive for one reason.

There were too many unanswered questions—he needed the truth.

“What the hell is going on?!”

The Brotherhood had always felt like home to him.

The brothers had been close, united.

What had happened in the days he was gone?

Why had everything turned upside down?

Why had the brothers turned on each other?

The third brother spat out blood, about to speak—

Clap, clap, clap.

A slow, deliberate applause echoed from outside.

Then, footsteps approached.

Three figures entered the room.

Leading them was none other than Xu Hao.

Tonight, Chen Mo had to die.

To prevent any unexpected twists, to suppress the protagonist’s plot armor, he had come in person.

Not only was he now strong enough to face Chen Mo head-on,

But he had also brought his personal bodyguard, Bai Ling—

A mid-stage An Jin expert, ensuring absolute victory.

Every member of the Blood Slaughter Society had already been withdrawn from the restaurant.

No one knew Xu Hao was here.

A precaution, carefully planned.

He never let anyone see his true self except for his most trusted subordinates.

“Xu Hao, why are you here?”

At the entrance of the private restaurant, Chen Mo had clearly seen Xu Hao leaving in a car with Wang Xueying, the teacher.

Why was he suddenly here?

Chen Mo’s heart sank. Something wasn’t right.

“Why am I here? Of course, I came to enjoy the show. Thanks to you, I got quite the performance…”

“Such touching brotherhood. Such deep master-disciple loyalty.”

Xu Hao stepped onto a relatively intact section of the floor.

Bai Ling brought over a chair and placed it behind him.

Xu Hao sat down, watching them with amusement.

“What do you mean?”

A sense of unease rose in Chen Mo’s chest.

Xu Hao glanced at Lao Mo.

Lao Mo stepped forward and spoke to Lao San and Lao Wu.

“You did well. Don’t worry, I always keep my word. Your families will be safe.”

Lao San and Lao Wu visibly relaxed.

But soon, confusion filled their faces.

Especially when they saw the leader of the Blood Slaughter Society showing such deference to Xu Hao.

“What?”

Hearing Lao Mo’s words, Chen Mo froze.

A sudden realization struck him.

He finally understood why his brothers had turned against their leader—his master.

Xu Hao had threatened their families.

Damn it.

Strictly speaking, he couldn’t blame them.

He had seen firsthand the bond they shared.

If not for their families being in danger, they would never have done this.

But just now, in his rage, he had killed Lao Er and Lao Si.

Thinking about how well they had treated him in the past, grief surged in his chest.

Regret, guilt, and heartbreak overwhelmed him.

He had acted too impulsively.

He should have kept them alive—just like he had with Lao San and Lao Wu.

But it was too late.

There was no undoing what had been done.

[Ding… Chen Mo regrets his actions. Emotion value +822…]

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed all his negative emotions and spoke coldly.

“Xu Hao, were you behind all of this?”

Snap!

Xu Hao snapped his fingers.

“You’re smart. That’s right. But too bad, there’s no reward.”

With Bai Ling standing guard, he had complete control over the situation.

He didn’t mind chatting with the protagonist for a while—gathering a wave of emotional value in the process.

As for the classic villain trope of dying from talking too much?

That wouldn’t happen here. Not with how things stood.

Chen Mo’s eyes instantly burned with fury.

[Ding… Chen Mo is enraged. Emotion value +768…]

But what Xu Hao said next pushed his anger to the brink.

He casually revealed how he had orchestrated Chen Mo’s conflict with the Liu family.

How he had killed the Liu father and son, framing Chen Mo for their deaths.

[Ding… Chen Mo is furious beyond reason. Emotion value +986…]

“Oh, and one more thing…”

Xu Hao smirked.

“Your class monitor, the school beauty Xia Qingge, and your lovely teacher Wang Xueying… they’re really smooth.”

Watching Chen Mo tremble with rage, Xu Hao smiled coldly.

This was what he wanted—to not just defeat him, but to utterly crush him.

[Ding… Chen Mo’s mindset collapses. Emotion value +999…]

Lao San and Lao Wu were equally stunned.

Their eyes were filled with horror as they looked at Xu Hao.

They couldn’t believe it—

From the very beginning, they had all been pawns.

Xu Hao had manipulated everything, playing with their lives like a game.

And then they remembered who Xu Hao was.

A philanthropist who often attended charity events.

A so-called righteous entrepreneur.

A man admired by society.

They shivered.

Everyone had been fooled by his facade.

Beneath his gentle and refined appearance lurked a ruthless mastermind who toyed with everything in his grasp.

He was terrifying.

Chen Mo’s entire body trembled, his face contorted with rage.

He had always known Xu Hao was a hypocrite.

But he hadn’t expected him to be this despicable.

This was someone who saw human lives as worthless.

And now, Xia Qingge and Wang Xueying had fallen into his hands.

Their future—

Chen Mo could only feel sorrow for them.

It wasn’t just for the women he liked.

It was for himself.

Now it all made sense.

Why, as soon as he got out of prison, Liu Fei had inexplicably come looking for trouble.

Why they had become mortal enemies.

Why his Brotherhood had been forced into a deathmatch with the Liu family.

Everything had been part of Xu Hao’s scheme.

And in the end?

The Liu family was dead.

The Brotherhood Gang was in ruins.

The only victor—was Xu Hao.

“AHHHHH!”

The rage consumed him.

His aura surged wildly, reaching the peak of the Ming Jin stage.

Hatred filled his heart.

Killing intent radiated off him.

With a furious roar, he charged at Xu Hao.

“I will kill you!”