Han Zheng was dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time.
Though he had been mingling in Lingjing City for years, he had never met someone so filled with murderous intent like this, especially the aura surrounding the person, which had reached astonishing levels.
Recalling Chen Yang's departing figure at the auction yesterday, Han Zheng managed a bitter smile.
So, he intends to annihilate my entire clan.
In an instant, Han Zheng witnessed beads of cold sweat starting to fall from his forehead, splashing onto the ground.
The rest of the people at Linghe Villa could not withstand the atmosphere; half of them fainted from fear.
Soon after, a slaughter began.
The brightly decorated Linghe Villa quickly turned into a hellish scene.
Blood became the sole color.
Chen Yang left alone, holding the phone, talking to Zhuo Wenqing's grandfather, Zhuo Tinghai.
