<h4>Chapter 1612: Mo Xicheng Reinstated (85)</h4>


    Mo Zhi was taken aback by Mo Hai’s furious shout.


    He looked at the man, speechless and in a daze.


    After staring at each other for a while, Mo Hai sighed.


    He suddenly turned around, walked to the bookshelf and opened the top drawer.


    His head was lowered and his back was to Mo Zhi as he started to search the drawer for something. There was a box in the drawer with a substantial sum that he had stashed away for Mo Zhi.


    Even if he was going to abandon this boy, and even if he was going to hand over the family business to Mo Xicheng, this was all to prevent the two boys from fighting over thepany shares.


    In addition, it would allow Mo Xicheng to manage the business better.


    But Mo Zhi was his son nevertheless, he could notpletely abandon him. Hence, he had prepared this sum of money for him.


    He picked up the box and was about to turn around to hand it over to Mo Zhi when he felt a pair of hands close around his neck, squeezing it with force.


    Feeling the force of the grip, he froze and tried to turn around. His peripheral vision caught Mo Zhi’s vicious expression.


    That murderous look in the man’s eyes stunned Mo Hai as he stood rooted to the ground in shock.


    Mo Zhi had gone mad, truly.


    How could he do this?


    <i>Over his dead body.</i>


    Mo Hai’s words had taken root in the man’s mind, spawning thoughts with that possibility.


    Indeed, if Mo Hai died, then as Mo Hai’s son, he would have the legal right to own the man’s assets.


    When that time shoulde, he would hire people to give him a hand. Perhaps all the assets would end up with him alone.


    As soon as this thought hade to him, he could no longer contain himself. The moment he looked up, he had seen Mo Hai bending over to retrieve something.


    Although Mo Hai had put on a little weight over the ears, he was a dashing man with a long neck. Instantly, it had tempted Mo Zhi to think that if only he gave that neck a strong, firm squeeze, it would kill the man.


    If Mo Hai died, the money would be his.


    Like a possessed person, he had taken a step forward and had locked his hands over that neck.


    Looking into Mo Hai’s shocked expression, Mo Zhi said viciously, “Die, old man! If you die, the estate will be mine! If you die, the matter will be settled! You mistreat me, you should die!”


    Along with these remarks, his grip tightened, causing Mo Hai some difficulty breathing.


    He reached out and tried to free himself from Mo Zhi. After all, he was quite a strong man.


    In addition, during all these years, Mo Zhi had led a leisure lifestyle, causing him to be physically quite weak. Hence, the moment Mo Hai’s survival instinct kicked in and gave him the added strength to act, he was able to break Mo Zhi’s grip and shove him aside.


    He looked at Mo Zhi in disbelief and said, “Mo Zhi, are you mad!”


    Mo Zhi smirked as he looked back at the man and said, “Yes, I’m mad! I’m truly a mad man! Mo Hai, if you don’t give me my share today, I will kill you!”


    Having said this, he instantly turned around and shut the study door. He turned around again and looked at Mo Hai.


    Mo Hai saw no affection or hesitation in the man’s eyes, only a murderous look.


    He felt as though his heart was being painfully sliced by a sharp knife.


    He would have never thought, not even in his wildest imagination, that this child, who he had personally nurtured, would do this to him. The man had even threatened to kill him.