"Haha, haha, good, very good!"
Hearing Nolan Hu call him master, Zhao Wencheng was triumphant, laughing wildly.
Then, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Nolan Hu on the head.
The sudden change shocked everyone in the Nolan Family.
Nolan Hu obviously didn't expect Zhao Wencheng to make a move after he surrendered: "You, you..."
"What about me?" Zhao Wencheng's lips parted with a snarl, bloodthirsty and fervent: "Since you're my slave, you should always be ready to die for me! Haha, as the Family Head of the Nolan Family, isn't it right for you to replenish my blood and energy?"
With those words, the strength in Zhao Wencheng's hand suddenly increased.
Nolan Hu wanted to resist, but it was completely futile.
Moments later, Nolan Hu also became a dried corpse, casually tossed aside by Zhao Wencheng.
The surrounding members of the Nolan Family were as silent as cicadas in winter.
No one dared to make a sound.
Master Mo shrank further back.
His predictions had come true.
