The two clenched fists of Su Bingchao and his son at their sides creaked ominously.
Despite wanting nothing more than to kill the evil Taoist before them, they understood their limitations and knew that acting rashly would only lead to humiliation.
Just as Su Bingchao and Su Qing were wracking their brains for possible ways to retreat, the vermillion doors of the Su Family were violently flung open from the outside.
A group of familiar faces marched in, friends, or rather, people who should have been allies.
The leading figures were Su Qing's elder brother-in-law, Xu Shengwu, the brother of the Young Mrs. Su, and Yan Hui, the new son-in-law of the Su Family and Su Fei'er's husband.
The others were from the Yan Family or the Xu Family, all of them well-known figures of some standing.
Among them were several uncles who were of the same generation as Su Bingchao, with whom he had shared drinks and laughter not too long ago.
