Soon, after arriving at the Zhang Family, Zhang Shaohu stormed into the hall, his face full of gloom and anger.
"Shaohu, how many times have I told you to keep calm when facing situations."
In the hall, an elder frowned at him.
"Second Uncle, I got beaten." Zhang Shaohu's face was full of grievance and anger, his clenched fists showing bulging veins.
"What happened?"
"People from the Jiang Family and Xia Family discovered our moves, found me, and told me to get out of Suhang." Zhang Shaohu was so angry that his body was trembling, "I've never suffered such humiliation in my life."
"Is that so?"
The elder's eyes also showed surprise, "That's not right, isn't Blackthorn with you? At the very least, he was from the Dragon Group. With him by your side, something would still happen?"
But at this moment, a faint voice sounded: "Don't speak of Blackthorn; even if I went, I wouldn't necessarily be his match."
"Who!"
