But I don't want to be your dog, I want to be your dad.

"I want Mr. Huo's support," Zhao Yan slowly raised his head, looking straight at him, and said calmly.

Huo Xiaoqi smiled with great interest: "Oh?"

"I want to run for the Legislative Council member of the Central District," Zhao Yan said with a serious expression and solemn tone.

Politics is the bright path of life.

Especially in Lincheng, where the Governor has absolute power, controlling the government means controlling everything.

If Luo Jiajun can become a Legislative Council member, his life will be too outstanding. After the exchange period ends, he will definitely get a lot of credits.

Huo Xiaoqi leaned back in his chair: "You don’t have political experience or background. Forget running for the Legislative Council, you want to run for the member of the central urban district. On what basis?"

"On the basis of Mr. Huo, you," Zhao Yan smiled.

Huo Xiaoqi laughed out loud: "You’re buttering me up and putting me on the hot spot. But relying solely on me is not enough if you want to run for the Central District councilor."

The Central District is the main urban area of Lincheng, the economic and political center, and the best and most prosperous area in the city.

There are not enough positions there. Not to mention the Legislative Council members, even patrol cops are in high demand.

Zhao Yan is not worth Huo Xiaoqi's big effort.

Rich people are like this. They talk about gratitude, but actually just want to reward you with some trivial things to get rid of you.

Seeing Zhao Yan not speaking, Huo Xiaoqi chuckled and said, "In fact, with your qualifications, you can get promoted faster in the police force. Why bother running hard for the Legislative Council?"

"Mr. Huo, my mind is set. I sincerely ask you to help me." Zhao Yan asked the other party again.

Huo Xiaoqi frowned, "The competition for the Central District councilor is too great. Although you saved my son, you are not qualified enough for me to push you that hard. Choose another place, somewhere more remote."

He spoke bluntly. As a big shot facing a small fry, he didn't need to consider Zhao Yan's ideas. That was his privilege.

"Is saving your son not enough?" Zhao Yan asked.

Huo Xiaoqi arrogantly said, "Not enough. Young man, let me damage your confidence. There are many people who want to be my dog. You are just one of them."

In his eyes, Zhao Yan was just seizing an opportunity to rely on him. Being his dog was not derogatory to Huo Xiaoqi, but an honor for others.

But in his opinion, Zhao Yan didn't have that honor.

Now that his son had returned, he could easily dismiss a small cop like Zhao Yan.

He thought Zhao Yan was overstepping by asking him to support his election bid.

"Mr. Huo, I think you misunderstood." Zhao Yan smiled and shook his head, saying word for word, "I don't want to be your dog. I want to be your dad."

"What did you say!" Huo Xiaoqi's face turned cold.

This is the truth about big shots. No matter how much he thought you saved his son, he could still turn hostile over a single sentence, while ordinary people would be helpless.

For example, the famous scholar Zeng Shen was once forced by the minister he once helped to eat cake.

But Huo Xiaoqi ran into Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan took out some things and threw them on the table. "What about with this? Am I qualified to be your dad now?"

Huo Xiaoqi first looked at him suspiciously, then lowered his head to pick up the photos with a frown, "What do you mean by showing me this? Trying to threaten me?"

The photos showed corpses being reburied after rotting.

"Listen to the recording," Zhao Yan pointed to the voice recorder.

Huo Xiaoqi turned on the recorder. It played back Huo Tianyu's trembling voice, describing where he had buried the women he had abused to death over the years.

Halfway through, Huo Xiaoqi already knew what those photos meant: "This beast!"

"I think he's a beast too. But Mr. Huo, don't get angry. After all, only beasts can give birth to beasts. When you were young, you were no worse than this playboy," Zhao Yan said sarcastically.

According to Huo Tianyu's confession, his dear father did quite a few dirty things when he was rising up.

This father and son duo deserved to die a thousand cuts.

But Zhao Yan wanted them to die meaningfully.

He would squeeze them completely dry.

Hiss! F*ck their whole family!

Huo Xiaoqi looked coldly at Zhao Yan, "Are you threatening me? Do you know I can make you die without knowing why with one word."

"Do you know I can make your son ruined and disgraced with one sentence?" Zhao Yan tactically leaned back with both feet up on the coffee table.

Huo Xiaoqi trembled with anger. He had braved storms all his life yet was now being manipulated by a kid, "Fine, I can support you running for the Central District Legislative Council member, but how can you guarantee that this stuff won't spread?"

Of course he didn't think just killing Zhao Yan now would make everything fine. Zhao Yan must’ve had backup before coming here.

He could only appease Zhao Yan first while slowly plotting.

"Get it straight. I'm in charge now. Why should I guarantee anything to you?" Zhao Yan sneered, "On this matter, I can screw you for life."

"Don't go too far!" Huo Xiaoqi stared fiercely at Zhao Yan, gnashing his teeth and roaring lowly.

Zhao Yan leaned forward, "Come on, it wasn't easy for me to ask you a favor either. You should kowtow to reciprocate. Kneel down!"

"What did you just say!" Huo Xiaoqi suddenly raised his head.

Zhao Yan laughed manically, "Kneel down."

Huo Xiaoqi clenched and loosened his fists. Eventually he painfully swallowed his humiliation and anger and slowly knelt down.

"It's really pitiful. I'm so moved to see a billionaire kneel down for his son. It’s tear-jerking," Zhao Yan wiped his non-existent tears, then raised his hand and slapped him.

Slap!

Feeling the stinging pain on his face, Huo Xiaoqi looked at Zhao Yan in disbelief, "You dare hit me?"

Slap!

"Now do you believe it? I really dare to hit you." Zhao Yan gave him another slap to let him verify it himself.

Huo Xiaoqi was filled with towering anger but looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly, "After I turned 35, I have never suffered such great humiliation again."

Slap!

Another slap landed on his face.

"Then great. I’m helping you dwell on past bitterness and think back sweetly, making up for your regrets after 35," Zhao Yan waved his hand and said lightly with a smile.

Huo Xiaoqi sullenly kept quiet without speaking again.

Zhao Yan bent down and carefully tidied his clothes, "Aren't you cheap? When I asked nicely, you acted high and mighty, not listening until being forced to kneel. You really are as cheap as they come. Let me remind you, don’t make a move without certainty you can kill me in one go. Otherwise, your son is screwed."

"Husband, why are you kneeling on the ground?" At this moment, Mrs. Huo walked in and happened to see this scene, shocked.

Zhao Yan reached out to help Huo Xiaoqi up, "Mr. Huo, why act like this? Although I saved your son, I can't accept such a big gift. Please stand up, don't kneel!"

Listening to Zhao Yan's hypocritical laugh outside, Huo Xiaoqi was so angry that he swept everything off the coffee table.

Crash! Things fell to the floor.