The dark, petrifying muzzle of the gun, paired with Yang Hu's devilishly charming smile, made the temperature in the air plummet.
"How dare you!" A moment later, Xu Qing was the first to recover. He pointed at Yang Hu and demanded coldly, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Guess?" Yang Hu looked directly into Xu Qing's eyes, smiling faintly.
Xu Qing was at a loss for words. This bastard is too damn wicked.
Watching his granddaughter's blood-covered face, Xu Qing's heart ached. "I order you to put down the gun this instant!" he roared, clenching his teeth in fury.
SMACK.
Yang Hu smashed the butt of his gun into Xu Qing's forehead. Blood sprayed as he collapsed to the ground.
"Ordering me?" Yang Hu pressed the gun against Xu Qing's bleeding forehead and grinned. "Tell me, by what right do you order me?"
"Elder Jin, where is the unveiling ceremony for Chunfeng Pavilion being held?" Chen Yang asked Jin Zongquan.
"It's... it's at Huitian Plaza."
Chen Yang turned and left.
