The Wealthy Family Only Love: One Wife Covenant

"Report, Brother Tian arranged for four cars to be parked outside the cafe in order to meet Miss Yao, and then...Brother Chen, you can see the rest for yourself." Xu Le held the phone in his hand and clicked on it. Browse the photo album function and open the photos he took last night.

Fan Yuchen was drinking a cup of coffee with creamer and sugar. He took the mobile phone from Xu Le and looked at it. He was indifferent and seemed calm, but he sneered unconsciously.

He and Fan Jitian had a fight just a week ago. The wound on his face was still painful, but the flesh wound was far less severe than the pain in his heart.His original mood completely collapsed in an instant.

Tearing, suffocation, cramping, it all happened to him.

But he didn't show any of this, which is why Xu Le felt that there was no distortion on his face, only a wordless, straight face.

"Uh, Brother Chen, I don't understand why you would want to spy on Brother Tian. You never do this. Or are you afraid that... Brother Tian might get back together with Miss Yao..."

Before Xu Le could finish his words, he immediately saw that the things on the table were swept into a mess, and fierce eyes were shot at him, like a cold arrow piercing his heart, and he immediately did not dare to say anything more.

Xu Le had never seen Fan Yuchen like this before, and he instantly felt extremely frightened.

"From now on, he is no longer a member of the White Dragon Organization. Listen clearly."

"What... is it so sudden? But how do you explain it to me?"

"The White Dragon has a rule. As long as you do not perform the tasks assigned by the association within a year, you can be expelled from the White Dragon Association according to the sanctions of the White Dragon."

Xu Le was filled with confusion, but he still didn't dare to say any more. Then he left the place temporarily and then told the news.

The next day, Fan Jitian happened to be playing chess with Fan Renxiang after learning the news from his younger brother.

For the first time since they met, he and Fan Renxiang sat outside the courtyard of the villa and played chess.

At this time, Fan Renxiang shook his head thoughtfully and sighed, "For the sake of fairness and to prevent him from affecting other people, you should make a decision."

Fan Jitian heard what Fan Renxiang meant, and continued to complete the next move. Then he raised his eyes and flashed a cold look, "I know what to do."

After finishing speaking, Fan Jitian stood up and walked towards his younger brother, "I am willing to accept the punishment and be expelled from the White Dragon Society."

After hearing this, Fan Renxiang felt mixed emotions in his heart, but he was helpless. He never thought that the rules he set would happen to his son.

Now if the rules were canceled for Ji Tian, ​​it would definitely cause dissatisfaction among everyone and chaos in the organization, so he couldn't take this risk.

"Because you are a traitor, you must be punished according to the rules. Before expelling the white dragon, you must have a mark on your back. I'm sorry."

When Fan Renxiang heard the expulsion rule, he wanted to smash the chessboard, but he still got sulky and remained silent.

"Really? I have no complaints. If you want to be punished, you can be punished." Fan Jitian did not have any rebuttal at this moment and accepted the punishment without any resistance.

The so-called brand is to leave an eternal mark on the body.

However, once a person possesses this mark, his fate in this life will be cursed and connected to hell, and he will suffer all kinds of torture.

This is a mark that people printed on prisoners in prisons in ancient times, and most of them were owned by slaves.

"Wait a minute, I don't agree with the branding thing." Fan Renxiang couldn't help but speak out, and then he stood up and silently walked towards his younger brother, with a serious expression on his face, "This kind of thing will be canceled in the future."

"Sir...then what method should be used to deal with the traitor's identity?" The younger brother did not dare to refute, so he quickly changed his words and asked for another plan.

Fan Renxiang looked towards his son. The two of them looked at each other for several minutes. Fan Renxiang wanted to take advantage of this moment to tell his son about his relationship with him, but when he was about to speak, he was interrupted: "Let's use tattoos."

Fan Jitian spoke first.

Fan Renxiang looked at him with a look of astonishment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and his face became even colder than before, "Do you really want to do this?"

"These are the rules. I don't want you to be talked to and him to keep messing around."

Fan Jitian had already realized that the day when he would be expelled from Bailong would come sooner or later, but what he didn't expect was that he would be tricked by his younger brother and pretend not to care in front of his father.

In fact, he had no excuse.

Obviously he could reveal his identity at this time and end this farce, but he didn't because he wanted to gain real freedom from restraint.

Over the years, he has done enough for the White Dragon Organization. For the rest of his life, he wants to completely get rid of this fate.

Fan Renxiang saw his son's determination and guessed why he did this, so he could only reluctantly acquiesce.

Then, the two men took Fan Jitian away and saw that he did not resist.

After they left, Fan Renxiang couldn't bear to follow them.

Fan Jitian was brought to the tattoo master and took off his shirt, revealing his strong chest and back muscles, as well as scars from a lot of torture.

Fan Renxiang stood behind him and couldn't help but shed tears when he saw the injuries, because these injuries were all caused by his own hands.

Fan Jitian had been used as a spearman by him since he was a child, and he had suffered a lot of physical pain. No matter whether it was whipping on his body, Fan Renxiang at that time had no mercy at all.

How could a cold-blooded animal like him deserve to know his son?

The tattoo master looked up and looked at Fan Renxiang with some doubts, "Master, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."

"What's the problem? Just tell me!" the younger brother shouted at the master with a serious expression.

"This gentleman has too many scars on his back. I'm afraid the tattoos will look ugly, which is not good."

"What's the point? It's not about beautiful tattoos. The tattoo we want is to have the dragon's head facing down. Do you understand what dragon facing down means?"

When the tattoo master heard this, cold sweat ran down his spine, and he said dryly: "This..."

"Okay, get it tattooed quickly, I don't mind." Fan Jitian said impatiently. He looked at the tattoo master's hesitant expression and then said: "You control your own destiny. Superstition will only consume your original luck."

The tattoo master swallowed and saw several men in black standing around and watching.

Fan Renxiang stood behind him and felt a sense of admiration and a bit more pride. The child in front of him who was not afraid of fate was his son.

"Ji Tian, ​​you have to think clearly. As long as the tattoo is on, there is no way to remove it."

"I have thought about it clearly. I have already realized it."

Fan Jitian didn't speak anymore, just nodded, and chaotic memories emerged in his mind. Those were his profound memories in the organization.

At the same time, when the tattoo master was preparing to tattoo his back, one of the boys couldn't care less and tried to save it.

"Brother Tian! How could you abandon us!"

"How can you be so selfish!"

The younger brother couldn't bear to say the word "selfish". Suddenly, he thought that Ruoxin had also said this to him.

He is indeed selfish and does whatever he wants without caring about other people's feelings.

And now that he wants to be free, let him be selfish for a while longer and accept this cruel punishment.

"So what if you don't lead us? As long as we can be together, it doesn't matter what your identity is..."

At this time, the younger brother's words caused a disturbance.

Just when everyone started to disrupt his train of thought, Fan Jitian roared, "That's enough! Don't forget where this is. I've made up my mind. Forget about the past. Even if I'm not here, you can still have a drink with me." Tea chat.”

"Hurry up and start!" He looked at them with cold eyes and then turned sideways to look at the tattoo master.

Fan Renxiang said no more and nodded, "No one is allowed to speak. The rules of expelling the White Dragon are officially implemented."

With a special totem mark on his back, he has nothing to do with the White Dragon Organization anymore.

When the tattoo master saw this, he didn't dare to speak anymore. He just applied anesthetic on Fan Jitian's back with trembling hands.

Then the needle-like machine began to draw a dragon head-down totem on his back...

When the needle penetrated the skin on my back, I felt a stinging pain. Even with the anesthetic, I still felt extremely painful.Only he could feel the severe pain on his body.But the people watching around saw his brows furrowed and he was trying not to say a word.

But at the last moment, he finally couldn't help shouting: "Oh...ah!"

His back felt like it was on fire. The pain was so painful that he could no longer control his emotions.

After a while, the younger brother was a little surprised and looked at the tattoo master, "This isn't a dragon with its head facing down... What's going on?"

There is no totem on Fan Jitian's back with the dragon's head facing down, which is the symbol of the coiled dragon. The dragon's head is still facing up.

"Shut up, the tattoo has been put on, you have done everything you need to do, why are you talking nonsense." Fan Renxiang stood up and spoke to the tattoo master, satisfied with the result.

He was still thinking about how to face his son in the future, but fortunately, the tattoo master couldn't bear it.

At this time, no one around dared to make a sound.

Fan Jitian himself was surprised and couldn't help but feel shocked, but he was in so much pain that it was difficult to walk and he didn't have any strength to protest.

Fan Jitian was walking unsteadily, and two younger brothers rushed over to lift him up. The people surrounding him dispersed, and then the tattoo master said: "It is unlucky to have the dragon head down, so why take such a risk?" I won’t accept such business either.”

Hearing this, Fan Renxiang laughed with satisfaction and patted the tattoo master on the shoulder, "Thank you, you helped me a lot."

When the tattoo master heard this, he scratched his scalp in confusion and swallowed what he wanted to say. He was just an ordinary artist, a simple person who did not bow to evil forces.

"Take Ji Tian back to heal his injuries."

Fan Renxiang gave an order, but no one dared to shake their selfishness.