Once inside the main hall, Pang Zhong saw three little kids sitting on the chair that originally belonged to him. He grew even more displeased: "What's going on with you people? Anyone dares to come here and cause a ruckus? Quickly, beat them with sticks and throw them out."
"That's quite the authority you have, Pang Daren." Gu Qingheng, who had been silent, approached, "This General really doesn't understand, where does a minor seventh-rank county magistrate get his audacity from?"
"Who are you?" Pang Zhong looked at Gu Qingheng, sizing him up several times.
Gu Qingheng completely ignored him, instead pulling over a chair from the side and sitting down.
"Father..." Pang Shaoqian, lying on the ground, weakly called out.
Only then did Pang Zhong realize his son was lying on the ground covered in blood, and his expression changed instantly: "Who hurt you? I want their life."
