Chapter 1141 It turned out to be her (Part 1)

Charles shrugged as Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan's backs, muttered unhappily: "Do you think you are a god? Can you even know my dad's whereabouts?"

Charles paid the order, then walked out of the bar staggeringly. As soon as he went out, he was surrounded by people. Charles was obviously stunned.

"Young Master!" The man in black, led by the leader, bowed to Charles, and then said, "Sorry, please come with us..."

"You guys? How did you find this place?" Charles was stunned and asked inexplicably.

"The master is in the car over there..." The man in black in the head said lightly.

"Hey!" Charles had no choice but to sigh helplessly. At this point, he could only go to see his father with the man in black.

Old Charles was sitting in a RV not far away. He was holding a GPS navigation and positioning device. Yang Ming guessed that. In Charles' mobile phone, Old Charles had already ambushed a GPS chip. He just didn't turn it on. When he was just calling, Old Charles felt something was wrong. He felt that Charles should be nearby, silently observing the movement in the tea room.

So old Charles activated the GPS positioning equipment and found Charles' location. Sure enough, Charles was nearby and ran from the direction of the tea room toward a bar.

Old Charles smiled slightly, got into the RV and rushed towards the bar.

Turn off the GPS device in his hand and hide it. Old Charles saw his son getting into the RV.

"Dad!" Charles got into the car very unhappy, sat aside, lowered his head, and looked angry.

Old Charles frowned: "Charles, what do you mean? Play hide-and-seek with me?"

"No." Charles said without raising his head.

"What do you mean? I came to the tea room, didn't come in, and ran away again?" Old Charles said this, and did not forget to explain: "Don't think my people didn't see you."

"Hmph? See me? I guess you probably installed a GPS chip on my phone or something?" At this point, Charles took out his phone and threw it in front of Old Charles.

Old Charles was a little embarrassed. Unexpectedly, the boy Charles discovered this, coughed, and changed the topic: "You kid is not young anymore, why are you playing racing? Do you know? Do you still need to inherit the family's career?"

"Dad, I understand what you think!" Charles suddenly raised his head and said firmly: "Dad, let's have a good talk!"

"Talk?" Old Charles was stunned for a moment and then said, "Okay, okay, let's talk, let's see what you want to talk to me!"

"Dad, I'm not kidding. I'm talking about this to you very formally, and I hope you can complete this conversation between us with an equal and fair attitude, without wanting you to always focus on your own subjective consciousness as the topic." Charles hesitated for a moment and then said.

"Oh?" Old Charles smiled: "It's interesting, okay, I'll follow you, what do you want to talk about, let's talk about!"

"Okay, Dad, I hope you keep your promise and be more rational after listening to me and don't yell." Charles said.

"Okay, I'm so adult, I'm more rational than you!" Old Charles took a breath and said seriously. He also realized that Charles might have to talk to him about his future life planning issues this time.

Old Charles also knew that in recent years, the relationship between father and son has become obviously tense. Old Charles is very sad. He is old and what he wants most is that his son often comes to see him and talk to him, but because of the tension in the relationship, Charles ignored him at all. He also avoided him. This made Old Charles feel very uncomfortable.

"Dad, you actually know that my ambitions and hobbies are not about doing the killer's careers, and I am not interested in those things at all!" Charles said: "My hobbies are racing. Only in racing can I find the joy of my life. Other things are boring to me."

"I know this, but if you don't manage your family's career, what should I do if the family's industries?" Old Charles sighed and said, "I am not young anymore and can't hold on for a few years. What should I do then? Those brothers who have been through life and death will ignore it? Seeing the huge killer group I established, which was broken and disbanded? I really don't want to do this..."

"Dad, actually, to be honest, the family's career is in my hands, and the ending will still be like this, because I'm not good at these." Charles said: "Everyone has his strengths and everyone has his ideals. I don't want you to tie me up and let me do things I don't like. This will not only be unhappy, but I believe you won't be happy either."

"You... have really thought about it? You will take racing as your career in the future?" Old Charles said this for a while, looking at Charles a little old: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, father!" Charles said firmly, "I have thought about it. This is my career and my pursuit. I don't want to be the killer of that Raush. I want to be a racer. Race on the road!"

"But what should I do with the family's career?" Old Charles was a little helpless. It could be seen that Charles had made up his mind, otherwise he would not have been so.

"I..." Charles was also a little embarrassed. He also understood that his father was very concerned about family affairs.

"I have personally formed a small organization left by your grandfather to deify the killer world and become the third-ranked killer organization in the world. You can't imagine how much effort I have put in. For me, this killer group will be my son. Although it is not as important as you, it is also a part of my life!" Old Charles said helplessly and regretfully: "But if I choose between the killer group and you, my son, I will choose you without hesitation!"

Charles' tears flowed down in an instant. He originally thought that career was the first priority in his father's heart, but he did not expect that his father would say this today, which made Charles' hostility and dissatisfaction with his father instantly disappear.

"Dad!" Charles held his father's hand. The invisible gap between the two disappeared.

"Son!" Old Charles patted Charles on the shoulder: "Okay, you're right, I figured it out too. Everyone has their own ideals and pursuits. My ideal is to make the killer group my father gave me bigger and stronger. I'm bigger, and I feel the joy of success! So I shouldn't stop your ideal. Since you want to go racing, then do it. From today on, I won't interfere with you!"

"Really?" Charles didn't believe what was happening in front of him. Is this his stubborn father?

"Of course it's true!" Old Charles smiled lovingly, "Your dad, I'm not as unintentional as you imagined. At this moment, I figured out everything. If you want to do, don't worry and do it boldly. I support you!"

"Thank you for your understanding, father!" Charles said excitedly.

"What else can I say to my father? "Old Charles smiled.

"Haha, but your killer group...? Charles had never considered the matter of the killer group. He had no relationship with him at all. However, as the relationship between the father and son eased, Charles had to take into account his father's feelings.
Chapter completed!