Wuling Square was a sea of people.
On the high platform, eighteen Death Warriors stood in black, their expressions solemn, each with a hand resting on the hilt of their blade.
Before them, a bruised and swollen Chen Tai was forced to his knees, his hands bound behind his back.
"I thought they were just bluffing! I never expected Ning Xuan to actually go through with it!"
"The head of a family, being humiliated like this! He must have the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard!"
"It's more than that! He's killing the chicken to scare the monkeys! His real goal is to make an example of all the major families! After all, six years ago…"
"Are you insane? You dare speak of that matter!"
On the high platform, Chen Tai suddenly looked up toward a specific direction, his eyes filled with hope. "Brother Zhao, save me!"
Below the platform, someone followed his gaze and whispered, "The Zhao Family's Great Elder is here!"
