"He's that strong?"
Cheng Zhipeng's mouth twitched.
He looked at the miserable state of his younger brother, Cheng Zhicheng, and nodded. "From your injuries, I can tell he is indeed very strong. But so what? The Cheng Family is about to become a First-class Clan. How can we allow Jiang Xinghai to run rampant in our home?!"
"Brother, you absolutely cannot let your guard down..." Cheng Zhicheng's body couldn't take it anymore. He passed out before he could finish.
"Second Uncle!"
Just then, Cheng Jiahao, who had arrived in a wheelchair, cried out in alarm, "Dad, Second Uncle, he's..."
"He went to get revenge for you, but ended up being severely injured instead," Cheng Zhipeng said, his face devoid of expression.
"Second Uncle was just one step away from becoming a Grandmaster, yet he was still severely injured by that Jiang Xinghai?"
Cheng Jiahao's face paled. He would never forget the moment Jiang Xinghai had sent him flying out the door with a single kick.
"Men!"
