92: Shouldn't your grandson have died?

Zhang Sansheng furrowed his brows and blocked Zhao Tiangang's path: "What matter is so urgent that you must resolve it at my banquet?"

Zhao Tiangang lifted his eyelids slightly, cold light flickering in his deep-set eye sockets.

"Old Zhang, you and I have kept to our own affairs for many years."

"Today, I have come for only one person."

He paused, his gaze like a blade, piercing straight at Ye Chen.

"He killed my grandson, Zhao Yi."

"Boom!" As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was in an uproar!

Zhao Yi was dead?

Zhao Yi, the arrogant and domineering Young Master of the Zhao family, who was regarded as his successor, was actually dead?

And he died at the hands of the young man before them?!

Countless shocked gazes instantly converged on Ye Chen.

There was shock!

There was disbelief!

And even deeper worry...

After all, killing Zhao Tiangang's only grandson meant this feud would be one of life and death!

Zhang Sansheng's expression changed abruptly, and just as he was about to speak—Ye Chen had already walked slowly out of the crowd.

He stood still three steps in front of Zhao Tiangang, his expression terrifyingly calm.

"Doesn't your grandson deserve to die?"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The hall fell into an even deeper silence!

Good heavens...

This sentence was no different from rubbing salt into a wound!

Sure enough.

The murderous aura in Zhao Tiangang's eyes surged violently, the veins on his hand gripping his staff bulged, and the cold aura around him almost condensed into substance.

"Deserve to die?"

"He is my, Zhao Tiangang's, only grandson!"

"He is the future hope of the Zhao family!"

"What kind of thing are you, to be qualified to judge that he deserves to die???"

Hearing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh.

"He brought people to break into a private residence, committed armed kidnapping, and when forced marriage failed, he wanted to kill."

"He dispatched the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan to come and besiege me in broad daylight. He even relied on your Zhao family's power, treating human life like grass and the law like nothing."

"Now that he has been killed by me instead..."

"Tell me, does he deserve to die or not?"

Zhao Tiangang's face turned livid, and he laughed out of extreme anger.

"Good! What a sharp tongue!"

"But in this world, some people's lives are precious, and some people's lives are worthless like grass!"

"My grandson's life is ten thousand times more precious than an ant like you!"

"Today, you must pay the price for what you have done!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and clapped heavily!

"Clap!"

The crisp sound of the clap echoed through the hall.

The next moment—"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

Thirteen figures swept in from all directions outside the banquet hall like ghosts!

Their builds were different, varying in height and weight, but each of them wore a ferocious animal mask.

Rat Head, Ox Head, Tiger Head, Rabbit Head, Dragon Head, Snake Head, Horse Head, Sheep Head, Monkey Head, Rooster Head, Dog Head, Pig Head, and... the person in the center, wearing a strange Man Face mask that seemed to be smiling yet crying!

"The Thirteen Death Zodiacs..."

A knowledgeable guest gasped, their face instantly turning pale.

The most terrifying assassin group of the Black Prison, the thirteen members each represented a zodiac sign, coordinated flawlessly, used strange and cruel methods, and had never failed!

They had actually come out in full force?!

After landing, the thirteen people quickly spread out, faintly surrounding Ye Chen in the center.

Everyone emitted a heart-palpitating murderous aura, and the temperature in the banquet hall seemed to drop by a few degrees.

Seeing this, Zhang Sansheng was furious: "Zhao Tiangang! You dare to make a move at my Zhang family's banquet?!"

Zhao Tiangang glanced at him, his mouth curling into a mocking arc.

"Old thing, I give you face by calling you Old Zhang."

"If I don't give you face, what are you?"

"Today, whoever dares to interfere will—"

"Die!!!"

The moment Zhao Tiangang's voice fell, the Thirteen Death Zodiacs were like thirteen evil ghosts from hell, their eyes under the masks locked onto Ye Chen, their murderous aura as sharp as a blade.

Just at this critical moment—"Zhao Tiangang."

An old but majestic voice smashed through the atmosphere like a boulder.

Zhou Weiguo walked up slowly and stood beside Ye Chen.

"Are you planning to... make a move on someone in front of me?"

Zhao Tiangang's pupils shrank suddenly.

His attention had been entirely on Ye Chen and Zhang Sansheng, and since Zhou Weiguo was sitting on the inner side of the main guest table, he hadn't noticed that this old man who had been in seclusion for many years was also present!

"Old Zhou?"

Zhao Tiangang's expression changed, he forcibly suppressed the violence in his eyes, and squeezed out a stiff smile, "You... are also here? What a coincidence."

"Coincidence?"

Zhou Weiguo sneered.

"Zhao Tiangang, you want to move against Mr. Ye?"

"Ask me first if I agree!"

The stiff smile on Zhao Tiangang's face disappeared completely, and his eyes were so gloomy that they could drip water.

"Old Zhou..."

"Are you... determined to interfere in my Zhao family's private feud?"

Zhou Weiguo took a sudden step forward; although he was old, his aura was like a collapsing mountain.

"Everything your grandson Zhao Yi has done, which one can be brought to light?"

"Which one complies with the law and human feelings?"

"Forced marriage, kidnapping, armed assault—is this a private feud? This is a crime!"

His gaze swept across the dark crowd behind Zhao Tiangang and the thirteen assassins wearing animal masks, the cold light in his eyes intensifying.

"In broad daylight, bringing people to break into a private banquet, blocking the exit, carrying weapons..."

"Zhao Tiangang, what great prestige you have!"

"If you dare to touch a single hair on Mr. Ye's head here today..."

"Tomorrow, I will personally call the Provincial Department and suggest forming a special task force to thoroughly investigate all the shady dealings of your Azure Dragon Society over the years!"

"I want to see, when that time comes, how many of those protectors of your Zhao family will dare to stand up and speak for you, Zhao Tiangang!"

Boom—!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Zhao Tiangang's ears and setting off huge waves in the hearts of the guests in the hall!

Zhou Weiguo was going to tear off the mask with the Azure Dragon Society for the sake of one Ye Chen!

Zhao Tiangang's face sank instantly.

Zhou Weiguo's words were by no means an empty threat!

Given this old man's status, qualifications, and the connections he had saved in the past, if he really risked everything to move against the Azure Dragon Society, even if he couldn't uproot it, he could definitely make the Zhao family suffer broken bones and severe vitality damage!

He stared fixedly at Zhou Weiguo, then turned sharply to Ye Chen, who was protected in the middle by Zhang Sansheng and others, his eyes full of resentment.

He had planned for many years, endured for many years, and finally achieved his current power and status.

Was it really going to be abandoned because of a kid who suddenly popped up, because of a sentence from Zhou Weiguo?

No!

Absolutely impossible!

His grandson was dead, the hope of the Zhao family was broken!

If this feud was not avenged, what face would he, Zhao Tiangang, have to stand tall?

What else was there to worry about?

"Hahahaha..."

Zhao Tiangang suddenly looked up and let out a shrill, crazy laugh.

"Good! Very good!"

"Zhou Weiguo! Zhang Sansheng! And you hypocritical guys who think you are high and mighty!"

"One by one, you jump out to protect this ignorant little bastard and go against me, Zhao Tiangang?"

"My grandson is dead! My Zhao family line is cut off!"

"Now you want to talk to me about law? About rules?"

"Hahaha... To hell with the law! To hell with the rules!"

He appeared like a madman, suddenly raising his dragon-headed staff, pointing at Ye Chen, and roaring hoarsely.

"Today, even if the King of Heaven comes, he won't be able to protect him!"

"Wait until I tear him into ten thousand pieces and send him down to apologize to my grandson, I want to see, by then, if you people who protect him..."

"Will still shed a tear for him!"

"Thirteen Death Zodiacs!"

Zhao Tiangang roared hysterically.

"Kill him!!!"

The Thirteen Death Zodiacs moved at the same time!

The Rat Head had a short build, darting along the ground like a mole, two poison-tipped daggers in his hands thrusting straight at Ye Chen's lower body!

The Ox Head was as sturdy as an iron tower, roared, and his sandbag-sized fist smashed down from above with the sound of breaking air!

The Tiger Head lunged from the side, tiger claws like hooks, tearing through the air!

The three cooperated tacitly, attacking from the upper, middle, and lower paths, sealing off all of Ye Chen's evasion space!

However—Ye Chen moved.

He did not dodge.

Instead, he stepped forward, sweeping out of the protection range of the crowd.

Then.

Facing the three, he took another step forward!

"Boom—!"

An invisible force exploded from him as the center!

The Rat Head bore the brunt, as if hitting a copper wall and iron bastion, screamed and flew backward, the daggers in his hands slipping out, crossing two cold lights in the air, and actually shooting backward towards the Snake Head and Horse Head behind him!

The Ox Head's punch, which was enough to smash bricks and stones, was steadily caught by Ye Chen's raised hand.

Fist and palm met, emitting a loud sound like a muffled thunder!

The Ox Head's sneer instantly froze, turning into horror...

How could he not be horrified?

He felt that his punch was like smashing into a towering mountain; not only did it fail to shake the opponent in the slightest, but a majestic, immense force came from the opponent's palm, rushing straight up along his arm!!!

He roared inwardly: "Must retreat!"