Lin Xuan Qi stared at Zhu Di with his bloodshot eyes.
His whole being was filled with anger at Zhu Di.
He glanced at the carnage that Zhu Di and his minions had inflicted on his close ones.
Xue Cong, Yue Jie and Yue Xin looked terrified, and they were trying hard to help Zhi Yong.
Poor Zhi Yong was lying unconscious with blood pooling around his body.
He had asked them to always look after their own lives first, but Zhi Yong must have stubbornly tried to protect the others, even though he was no match for the assailants.
Liu Shi Shi lying on the ground, with her eyes closed, was not far away and was giving out coughs of blood. A far cry from her usual mischievous behavior.
Lin Xuan Qi clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.
"You must be that master Lin?" Zhu Di smirked, stood up, and turned around.
He pulled the chair forward and sat down again, with the back of the chair in front of him.
