「Nightfall.」
The Zhao Family's mansion was packed to the brim with people.
In the two foremost seats sat a pair of middle-aged men: Zhao Xiong, Patriarch of the Zhao Family, and Huang Weibin, Patriarch of the Huang Family.
Behind them were the assembled upper echelons of the Zhao and Huang Families.
However, the patriarchs of the two great families wore expressions so grim they could have dripped water, and flashes of fury flickered in their eyes.
"Ziteng! That little bastard Lin Han dared to lay a hand on you?" Patriarch Huang Weibin's eyes glinted viciously.
Before him, Huang Ziteng's face was a miserable sight, swollen up like a pig's head.
Hearing this, Huang Ziteng clutched his aching face and wailed:
"Dad! It's true! That little bastard is too arrogant! He even stomped on my head—he nearly stomped me to death!"
What!
Those words sent Patriarch Huang Weibin into a complete rage.
