Encircling the Wu Family! Wu Yaohong's Despair!

Inside the Wu Family residence.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over a courtyard.

Wu Yaohong, the Wu Family head, was presently reclining comfortably in a grand rosewood chair, his eyes closed as he rested.

Beside him, two pretty maidservants attended him. One carefully peeled a crystal-clear grape and brought its flesh to his lips.

The other held a delicate gauze fan, waving it at an unhurried pace.

In another grand chair nearby, an old man leisurely savored fragrant tea, its aroma curling through the air.

This man was Wu Qi, deputy head of the Wu Family.

"The weather today is truly splendid."

Wu Yaohong swallowed the grape in his mouth and sighed contentedly. "The breeze is gentle and the sun is bright. Such a fine day is rare, though it is a pity I have not gone out for a stroll."

Wu Qi set down his teacup and smiled. "If the Family Head is so inclined, it is still early and the sun has not fully set. How about I accompany you to the villa outside the city for a few drinks while we admire the sunset?"

"Forget it, forget it."

Wu Yaohong waved a hand and reclined again. He casually asked, "Are Zhenxiong and Feng still at the Drunken Immortal Restaurant?"

"Yes, Family Head."

Wu Qi nodded. "Tianfeng has invited several young talents from the city to a banquet, so they should be enjoying themselves. Elder Zhenxiong is discussing some business details with Manager Chen of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant and should return shortly as well."

Wu Yaohong nodded. Then a chill suddenly flashed through his eyes. "Right, where is that Jiang Bei from the Tianyao Alliance now? He crippled one of Feng's hands. If this grudge goes unavenged, where would the Wu Family's dignity be? Feng