Jiang Zhongxing was burning with anxiety.
Hundreds of people!
Inside that shop are just a few people, how can they withstand this!
He ran faster and faster, his heart full of anger. The son he had painstakingly reclaimed, if he suffered even the slightest harm, he wouldn't mind Xiang City flowing with blood today.
As he approached the entrance of Renxin Hall, he saw a large crowd gathered far outside the door.
Jiang Zhongxing, filled with rage, raised his whip and swung it to the sides.
The onlookers scattered, and those caught by the whip cried out in pain.
Jiang Zhongxing didn't care, a few rushed to the door and dismounted, just in time to hear a young master in dark brocade shouting, "The smoke has cleared, everyone get inside and beat them up hard!"
Qin Yan viciously added from the side, "Especially that Jiang fellow, beat him hard for me!"
Liu Hao chimed in, "That Jiang pretty boy, break his legs for me!"
