The Su Family's businesses are spread all over Xiangjiang, the inland, even overseas. Tens of thousands rely on the Su Family to make a living. His status is incomparably exalted; when has he ever suffered such humiliation? He was practically about to go insane.
"Swoosh!"
Another iron nail shot out. Ye Qingfeng directly pierced through Su Tianhui's other palm. His expression was ice-cold as he said, "Spout one more useless word and you can go die."
Ye Qingfeng's indifferent tone made Su Tianhui shudder on the spot. Both his palms were nailed through by Sword Qi, yet he didn't dare let out a scream.
"You're just here for money. Why must you hurt people of the Su Family?" Su Yunhe said word by word, his expression solemn.
"If I want to hurt him, I hurt him. Do I need to waste breath with you?" Ye Qingfeng's cold voice rang out, his expression calm and unruffled. "Even if I kill him, so what?"
