Zhang Yi brought his injured son to the gates of the Wu Family once more.
This time, it wasn't just a few bodyguards; he brought many people to demand justice.
The guards of the Wu Family were genuinely terrified.
The crowd at the gate was truly intimidating, making anyone watching shiver.
The entrance of the Wu Family was completely surrounded. Zhang Yi got off the car, a cigar in his mouth, eyes full of hatred, even the whites of his eyes had turned blood-red.
"Bring out that bastard Yang Qi!"
Zhang Yi shouted.
As the Squad Leader of the Sun and Moon Sect's Sea City division, he had never been humiliated like this; even the City Lord of Sea City had to show him respect.
Now, some twenty-year-old punk dared to seriously injure his son.
Intolerable.
Soon, Yang Qi and the senior members of the Wu Family came out.
Yang Qi looked at Zhang Yi calmly and ignored the oppressive crowd.
