In half a month, a memorial for the Lin Family's dead!
Lin Han's chilling words, which seemed to echo from the depths of Hell, sent a shiver down Huang Ziteng's and Zhao Tianming's spines.
'A madman!'
In their eyes, Lin Han was, without a doubt, a complete madman!
To actually demand that the two great houses, the Zhao and Huang Families, wear mourning clothes, kneeling and kowtowing!
If that wasn't a madman, what was!
But Lin Han paid no mind to their thoughts. He gave Huang Ziteng a long, hard look and smiled grimly.
"You only have half a day left to live."
"Enjoy it."
With that, Lin Han left the conference room with Xian'er and Qi Yao.
Only then did Huang Ziteng and Zhao Tianming finally relax. They hadn't even realized their clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Ziteng, how do you feel? Why did that kid say you only have half a day left?"
Zhao Tianming frowned, a nagging feeling telling him something was wrong.
Huang Ziteng shook his head and stood up.
