Chapter 4

"President Zhao Yalong of the Yate Group has completed his third evolution, advancing to the Fourth Divine Sanctuary Space, becoming the 83rd human in history to enter the Fourth Divine Sanctuary Space, with a lifespan reaching 500 years and obtaining the status of a demigod..."

"Genius youth Lange of the Rekote Star System, with 100 points of mutated genes, has advanced to the Second Divine Sanctuary Space, with a lifespan reaching 300 years and obtaining the status of an Evolver..."

"Member of the Upper House, Hemingwei, hunted a demigod-level divine blood creature, the Star of the Sea, yesterday, becoming the first strong individual to hunt a demigod-level divine blood creature..."

"According to authoritative experts, humans will have their first fourth evolutioner in ten years, advancing to the Fifth Divine Sanctuary Space..."

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Han Sen emerged from the Steel Armor Sanctuary, and the virtual screen was broadcasting today's news.

"Evolver, Transcender, Demigod—With that black crystal, I will definitely reach that level, and even go further." Han Sen clenched his fist, took large strides away from the teleportation station, boarded the maglev train, and headed towards his home.

Just as he reached the front of his house, before entering the courtyard, he heard a sharp and harsh woman's voice coming from inside.

"Luosulan, do you want to take over our Han family's old house? I want to tell you, this house was left by our parents, and both my older brother and I have a share. Now that my older brother is gone, we, the Han family, won't bully you, a widow. We will give you his share, but if you want to take it all, we won't agree."

"Yes, the old house is our parents' inheritance, and all of us children have a share. Why should only your family take it all? You've already lived there for over twenty years, which is a huge advantage. It's time to divide the inheritance." A middle-aged man's voice followed.

"Second brother is right. You've lived in the old house for over twenty years, and we won't even ask for rent. But the old house is an inheritance, and it must be divided." A somewhat soft and effeminate man added.

"We've already had a lawyer estimate the value of the old house, which is now worth about 3 million. For the three of us, each family gets 1 million. You can either give us 1 million, and the old house will be yours, or you can sell the house, and we'll divide the money. We're fine with either option, so you decide..." A young woman's voice chimed in.

"Second sister is right. Now that the older brother is gone, we won't bully you, a widow and her children. We'll follow your decision. If you say to give money, we'll give money; if you say to sell the house, we'll sell the house. We don't care." The sharp and harsh woman's voice added.

"Second brother, third sister, you're forcing me, but you know our current situation. Where can we come up with 2 million?" A sorrowful woman spoke.

"Then sell the house." The sharp and harsh woman immediately responded.

"Where will we live if the house is sold? Han Sen just graduated, and Yan'er is about to start school..." The sorrowful woman said.

"Older sister, what you're saying is not right. Is your family the only one in trouble? Han Sen and Han Yan only went to integrated compulsory education, but our Han Hao went to a private school, and the annual tuition fees have made me lose my hair."

"Third sister is right. Everyone is struggling, and who doesn't need money? Selling the house is perfect. Everyone can get money to handle things, and you'll have money to support Yan'er's education." The effeminate man's voice said.

"Either you give us the money or sell the house, older sister, you choose." The young woman said coldly.

Han Sen was furious outside, pushed the door open, and saw his mother hugging his sister Han Yan, who was crying. The five-year-old Han Yan was frightened, her small face and big eyes full of fear. Next to them were two men and two women, all with cold smiles on their faces.

"Do you have the nerve to come here and demand the old house?" Han Sen pointed at the fat, sharp-tongued woman and angrily said, "Aunt, when you were in charge of finance at the company and created a mess of over 10 million, who cried and begged my father to help you cover it up?"

"Han Sen, what are you talking about? Who created a mess? Don't slander people." The thin, effeminate man pointed at Han Sen and shouted.

"And you, Uncle, when you embezzled company funds for investment and lost millions, who came to my house, knelt down, and begged my father to help you?" Han Sen pointed at the thin, effeminate middle-aged man and said angrily.

"Second Uncle, when you were in debt and almost forced to jump from a building, who helped you? When you were almost killed for your infidelity, who spent money and effort to save your life?" Han Sen pointed at another pot-bellied middle-aged man and said angrily.

"When the Xingyu Group wanted to take over our company, if my father hadn't stood up for everyone and quarreled with the Xingyu Group, would he have died so mysteriously?" Han Sen glared at the four people. "But you, after my father died, you didn't even attend his funeral, and you went to sell the company to the Xingyu Group. Did you give us, the orphans and widows, a single cent from the money you made? And when you got married, who paid for your house? Was it cheaper than the old house? Did you take care of Grandpa and Grandma for even a day when they were alive? Now you have the nerve to come and divide the old house?"

"Don't talk nonsense. It was all the older brother's own decisions. The company was left by our father, why should he be the only one to decide? We also have a share in the company, so it's right for us to use the company's money." Second Uncle Han Lei said stubbornly.

"Second brother is right. Your father always kept the company to himself. We're just taking back what belongs to us. No matter what you say today, it won't change anything. Either give us the money or sell the house, choose one. Otherwise, we'll see you in court, and you'll lose no matter where the case goes." Aunt Han Yumei shouted.

"Exactly, it's all your father's fault..." Several people blamed Han Sen's deceased father.

Han Sen was so angry that his whole body trembled, and he felt deeply wronged for his father. When his father took over the company, it was just a small company worth one or two million. He worked hard to build it up, but every time he had to clean up the messes made by his family, almost causing the company to go bankrupt several times. In the end, he died mysteriously for the company, and now his wife and children were being bullied by these ingrates.

When his father was alive, he always said, "We're all family, no need to be so calculating." Now, it seemed like a huge irony.

If they were really short of money and had real difficulties, Han Sen would have accepted it.

But looking at the private flying vehicles they drove, none of them were worth less than a million. The money from selling the company was at least over 100 million, all of which went into their pockets, and not a single cent was given to Han Sen and his family. No matter how short of money they were, they couldn't possibly be short of 1 million.