Who Is the Real Daughter: Miss Lin Takes No Nonsense After Her Rebirth Chapter 1002: I’m From The Fu Family

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The ongoing turmoil in the capital forced the heads of the major families to see that failing to act could lead to them being isolated by all the others.

Leaders from the various clans converged at the Mu family’s ancestral mansion. The Fu family alone stood shunned.

They suspected the Fu family of being the key culprit behind it all.

Yet before they could plan their response to the crisis, armed men encircled them. Shockingly, these weren't Fu family forces.

A voice from the group identified the commander, eyes bulging in shock: “You’re Zhou Li?”

Zhou Li grinned. “Didn’t think anyone would recognize me. Quite the honor.”

Lu Xian’s face grew grim as he demanded, “Zhou Li, what’s your game here!”

Zhou Li had a chair fetched and plopped down leisurely, legs crossed. “What am I doing? Simple—you’re paying back every debt owed to the Fu and Zhou families.”

Mu Kun scoffed. “You don’t seriously believe we came unprepared?”

Zhou Li fixed Mu Kun with an icy stare. “Old fool, so eager to defend the Lu family. Forgotten your own granddaughter met her end by their hands?”

The silent Hou Yuan suddenly bellowed, “Zhou Li, why not just spell out your demands? Skip the division tactics.”

“The Hou family’s Old Madam cuts straight to it.” Zhou Li chuckled, then signaled for pen and paper. With a smirk, he added, “Jot down every sin of how you framed and carved up the Fu family.”

Zhou Li stayed calm despite no one lunging at him. He toyed with his pistol and had knives tossed into the mix. Grinning, he declared, “Refuse to write? No issue—I already know the facts. But to survive this day, you’ll have to battle for it.”

“Wei Ming, Mu Kun, Lu Xian—you three played big roles in ruining the Fu family. So, pick who goes first among you.”

Lu Xian’s visage turned pallid. “Zhou Li, you’re crossing the line!”

Zhou Li fired without hesitation.

“Every 10 seconds without action, one of you drops.” He smirked as the struck figure crumpled.

Lu Xian and his two companions exchanged grave glances. Soon enough, the trio clashed fiercely.

Onlookers gaped at the esteemed patriarchs brawling so desperately.

The absurd spectacle had Zhou Li roaring with laughter.

Age weighed heavy on the three fighters. Before long, they collapsed, gasps fading.

Having enjoyed the show, Zhou Li boomed, “Master Fu, that suffices.”

Beneath stunned stares, a figure scarred across half his face stepped into the hall.

Master Fu sneered while scanning the room, then approached the fallen elders with a venomous smile. “Recognize me still?”

Lu Xian managed a faint smile. “The one Zhou Li calls Master Fu must be Fu Chen, no?”

“Uncle Lu, sharp memory indeed.” Fu Chen’s gaze chilled. “You destroyed my Fu family years ago. Now, we balance the books.”

Hou Yuan scowled. “Back then, the Fu family learned state secrets and got crushed by superiors. How’s that on us?”

Fu Chen eyed Hou Yuan with contempt. “My parents are gone—no proof left. Twist the tale as you like.”

Hou Yuan fumed into silence.

Fu Chen stomped on Wei Ming’s chest, voice thundering, “And you, Wei Ming— you let Ning Sheng slaughter my kin back then.”

As Fu Chen spoke, Ning Sheng was shoved forward from the crowd. Wei Yang lunged to shield her but took a bullet, dropping to his knees.

Terror gripped Ning Sheng as a gun pressed to her temple; she stammered, “Your sister’s family plunged off a cliff and perished. I had no part!”

Wei Ji marched up then, hurling documents at Ning Sheng’s feet with loathing.

Ning Sheng gawked at Wei Ji. “Your… your leg’s healed? You faked it the whole time?”

Wei Ji smirked. “Pretend or die—simple choice. Oh, and I’m not Wei Ji. I’m Fu Ce, of the Fu family!”

Wei Ji’s revelation left all staring at Wei Ming in horror. He lay still, eyes shut, mute.

For vengeance, Wei Ji had doomed Lin Yin, who once shielded him. Now, regret consumed him.

Without these schemers, he and Lin Yin might have crossed paths differently.

Given their families’ ties, they could’ve been childhood lovers, perhaps even wedded.

Wei Ji's thoughts turned to Lin Yin's death, leaving his entire body frozen in utter stillness.

Right as Wei Ji lifted his gun to take down Ning Sheng, a crowd of people encircled them. Lu Ming had brought his men to surround everybody.