The person leading the group was none other than Zui Yifeng, who looked both angry and smug.
"Hand over Lin Caisang, and I might consider sparing your lives. Otherwise, I’ll raze this residence to the ground!"
He said this to Lin Baizhong and the others.
What of the City Lord’s Mansion guards? If he desired, none of these people could rival him; not a single one would survive.
Today, he was in a rather good mood, willing to take Lin Caisang to obtain the shattered pieces of the corpse-suppressing seal, and temporarily spare these people.
But if they insisted on opposing him, he wouldn’t mind grinding them to ashes.
"Tsk."
Lin Baizhong clicked his tongue lightly.
He silently mused that this man had quite a way with words.
Right in front of everyone, especially in front of him as Sangsang’s father, asking him to hand over his daughter.
Furthermore, even if he did hand over Sangsang, Zui Yifeng only considered sparing them, not necessarily would he do so. He spoke rather cleverly.
"Zui Yifeng, is it?" He looked up, his cold eyes fixed on the man standing on the eaves, and asked.
"You—"
Upon hearing Lin Baizhong call his na, Zui Yifeng was profoundly astonished.
When did these people beco so capable as to know his na? Even Lu Tianfeng and the others were not entitled to know his na.
None under him, without exception, knew his real na; they always addressed him as the master.
"Lin Baizhong, you’re quite sothing!"
He unknowingly learned his na, so did he also discover other matters?
This he must guard against; his major plans have yet to succeed, requiring careful asures.
"Since you know so much already, I can’t afford to let your group live."
His gaze darkened, a fierce killing intent enveloped him as he slightly curled his lips and ordered his subordinates.
"Kill them all for ! Leave none!"
"Yes, Master."
The leader among his subordinates responded at once, leading the group towards Lin Baizhong and his people.
They brought many today, just in case they had to battle with the people of the Lin Residence, and indeed, this scenario was unavoidable.
"Lin Baizhong, today spells your doom... uh!"
The leading man lunged forward, but just as he was about to reach Lin Baizhong, a foot suddenly ca from the side, striking his waist, sending him flying.
The next mont, he crashed to the ground, tumbling several tis before rebounding off so stone steps, finally coming to a halt.
"Such a weakling dares to threaten my father? Are you even worthy?" Lin Changhong stood beside Lin Baizhong, disdainfully glancing at the black-clad leader he had kicked afar.
"You—"
The black-clad leader sprang to his feet, ignoring the pain in his kicked waist, glaring at Lin Changhong.
Earlier, he hadn’t detected any other presence nearby, only Lin Baizhong. Where exactly did this person spring from?
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