At this mont in the Zhou Family.
The atmosphere was as noisy and lively as ever, everyone making jokes about Chen Yang.
"Kneel first, and wait for punishnt, didn't you hear?" After Zhou Luan's words fell, seeing that Chen Yang had no intention of complying, Fang Heng, acting as the henchman, jumped up and scolded again.
But Chen Yang didn't even glance at him, turning instead to Shen Shaotian and Liu Qingi: "Shall we eat sothing first?"
"Sounds good."
Shen Shaotian nodded, and with a aningful grin said, "We'll be better at killing with a full stomach."
Liu Qingi smiled gently, her delicate woman's intuition left her slightly worried.
After all, that Princess Ling'er was no ordinary person, experts surely accompanied her. If she truly arrived, it would undeniably be troubleso.
Then, the three of them pulled out chairs themselves, casually sat down at the main table in the hall.
Chen Yang grabbed a cup, Shen Shaotian poured the wine.
"Co, cheers." Shen Shaotian said.
The three clinked glasses.
The crowd present was completely stunned, exchanging bewildered glances.
Just like that, we're drinking?
This, damn it, looks nothing like coming to accept punishnt.
Instantly.
The entire atmosphere in the Zhou Family underwent a radical transformation in that mont.
Those top-tier individuals who specially ca to flatter the Zhou Family, and pay respects to Princess Ling'er, suddenly couldn't sit still.
One by one, they all turned their attention to Zhou Qingyang.
No one present was a fool; how could they not see sothing amiss?
Evidently, Chen Yang had co to the house, but not at all as they imagined.
"Humph!"
Zhou Qingyang raised an eyebrow, spoke wistfully: "Kid, have you forgotten why you're here?"
"Exactly!!"
Fang Heng promptly chid in, pointing at Chen Yang, "Sinners should have the attitude of sinners. What are you doing, trying to rebel?"
"Noisy." Shen Shaotian said.
The next second.
With a flick of his sleeve, a chopstick was sent flying, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.
Swish!
Like an arrow off the string, the wooden chopstick easily pierced through Fang Heng's throat, leaving a long trail of blood, ultimately embedding deep into a pillar.
Tap-tap-tap.
Fang Heng stumbled, under the gaze of horrified eyes, toppled to the ground, convulsing entirely, blood flowing everywhere.
Monts later, life ended.
Zhou Luan: "..."
Zhou Qingyang: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"This..."
Silence.
The vast arena was dead silent.
Only the sound of Chen Yang and company clinking glasses could be heard.
A person who was alive monts ago, just died like that?!
Though Fang Heng wasn't from the Zhou Family, it's said that even a dog must be beaten with regard to its owner.
In the Zhou Family, openly killing in front of so many people, what position does it put the Zhou Family or Zhou Qingyang in?
Bang!
Zhou Qingyang slamd the table, instantly shattering the side table, roaring furiously: "I guess you wish to die!"
Yet, the mont the words left his mouth, Zhou Qingyang, now spewing fury, saw his steward stride over in panic, shifting everyone's focus.
Only when the blood-covered Zhou Quan reached the hall did they notice he was carrying a wooden box, with a strong sll of blood wafting out.
Behind him followed a young man.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Qingyang frowned deeply, "Where's Zhou Yang?"
A question of reprimand.
Zhou Quan's hands trembled uncontrollably, dropping the wooden box to the ground.
Plop.
Instantly.
Zhou Qingyang's eyes contracted to pinpoints, the rest of those present scrambled to their feet, inhaling sharply.
"Isn't this Young Master Zhou Yang?"
"Oh my, how can this be?"
Terror-stricken discussion broke out suddenly.
"Yang, Yang'er!" Zhou Qingyang's eyes bulged grotesquely, bellowing furiously.
Just two hours ago, his grandson was lively and dancing in front of him.
Zhou Luan's expression changed wildly, then stared fiercely at the young man behind Zhou Quan, shouting desperately, "You despicable thing, was it you who killed my brother?"
"Otherwise?"
The true identity was Yang Hu, the young man shrugged indifferently.
Zhou Luan: "..."
Then, Yang Hu walked to the table, grinning: "Boss, ha-ha..."
Honestly, Chen Yang was surprised, shouldn't this guy be with his girlfriend?
Yang Hu was unabashed, directly sat down next to Chen Yang, began eating with chopsticks, and explained: "It was too dull, so I ca."
"Eat up." Chen Yang said no more, gesturing.
"Okay!!" Yang Hu laughed heartily, greeting Liu Qingi: "Cousin Qingi, we et again."
Liu Qingi smiled and nodded in response.
Shen Shaotian waited a while, seeing Yang Hu with no intention of greeting him, couldn't help but speak: "What's wrong with you, there's another person here, can't you see?"
This scene was harmonious.
But in the eyes of the rest present, it was sheer rebellion.
What does this an?
Treating the Zhou Family as their gathering place?
"You court death!"
Zhou Luan decisively rose, her narrow Phoenix eyes turning sinister, interrogated: "Don't you see your status, this place, and you even murdered my brother?"
"Now I order you, kneel down for your death imdiately!"
As those words fell.
An elderly man, seated in a corner throughout, slowly stood, walking towards Zhou Qingyang.
"You ignorant woman, with death upon you, still don't know your place; ordering, say another sentence?" Shen Shaotian sneered.
Zhou Luan: "..."
"My Zhou Family shares a close bond with Princess Ling'er, if you don't want a grueso death, best to behave." After pondering briefly, Zhou Luan suddenly raised her voice, spoke sinisterly.
"Now, kneel down imdiately!!"
Boom!
Shen Shaotian got up, sprang forward like a cheetah, clawing at Zhou Luan's throat with hooked fingers.
"Humph, am I nonexistent?" The elderly man waved his sleeve, taking steps forward, prepared to counter.
Huh?
Before a step was taken, his entire body froze immobile.
"Break!"
The old man roared, exerting all his might, yet remained motionless, as if a mountain weighed down on him.
This...
The elderly man's eyes were bloodshot, his pallid face drenched in sweat, reflexively looking at Chen Yang, chilling fear washed over him.
"You, you..."
The elderly stared dumbfounded, incredulously at the young man before him; only with presence alone, he could suppress him?
"Kneel."
One word, like a thunderclap.
Boom!!
The old man's body imdiately bent down, his knees slamd the floor with great force, splintering it with cracks.
That instant, the entire hall seed to tremble.
On the other side.
Smack.
Shen Shaotian, as if in a deserted realm, grabbed Zhou Luan's neck, lifting her effortlessly like a chick.
"You, you're arrogant..."
Boom.
Shen Shaotian punched down, blood gushing from Zhou Luan, miserably, "Co, order sothing again for to hear?"
Zhou Luan: "..."
Shen Shaotian lifted Zhou Luan, and slamd her onto the ground, with such imnse force, the entire floor upheaved, accompanied by a piercing sound of fracturing bones, sending chills.
anwhile, a squad of Silver Armored Guards arrived at the Zhou Family's entrance.
Silver armor, black cloak, tall battle spear.
In the dark night, a strong atmosphere of death swept.
"..."
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