Meeting Ye Chenfeng's mocking gaze and looking at Xue Qiansha—someone who used to completely disregard him, the young master of the family—now lying on the ground like a dead dog, completely still, Zheng Wu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down nervously. This time, it was only because his father, Zheng Yuanzhi, had spoken that the twelve bloodshadow members of the Zhengs temporarily obeyed Zheng Wu's orders.
To put it bluntly, Zheng Wu's usual glory depended solely on the influence of the Zheng family. In reality, Zheng Wu was nothing but a useless fool. His legs trembled slightly, his face was full of terror, and his steps unconsciously retreated two steps. The previously overbearing arrogance completely vanished.
