The moment he was defeated, they had turned on him without a shred of mercy, casting him aside like a worn-out shoe. They didn't even leave him a sliver of a chance to salvage the situation!
How fickle the world, how cold the hearts of men!
"I… understand."
Han Xiong squeezed those few words from between his teeth.
The Shen Family might not be a thousand-year-old Noble Family, but they were still a behemoth. In his current state, he couldn't afford to provoke them.
He had no choice but to swallow this injustice.
Seeing Han Xiong's livid expression, his confidant hesitated for a long moment before whispering, "Also... Senior Brother Luo Chengxuan... He, he sent someone over, too."
Han Xiong's head snapped up to look at him, a final sliver of hope in his eyes.
'Senior Brother Luo and I are from the same lineage. Surely he will…'
