Zhang Jiucheng said, "Wang Yuan of the Wang Family was stabbed to death by Hua Xuening."
Yu Kuohai asked, "Then why did Hua Xuening strike Wang Yuan down so ruthlessly?"
Zhang Jiucheng said, "She was Lu Chengwen's Close Guard. Someone wanted to kill Lu Chengwen, so she killed the assassin. That was only natural."
Old Wang roared, "Bullshit! Zhang Jiucheng, fuck your mother!"
Zhang Jiucheng rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.
Old Wang charged over and struck with his palm. Yu Funan appeared in an instant, supporting Old Wang's wrist with one hand while pointing two fingers at his throat with the other. "Patriarch of the Wang Family, aren't you being a little presumptuous? Here, the Patriarch will naturally make the decisions. It isn't your turn to make a move!"
Old Wang had no choice. Yu Funan was a hidden master, and he was no match for him.
All he could do was stomp his foot and cup his fists. "Patriarch, please render a fair judgment! My son Wang Yuan died unjustly!"
Yu Kuohai kept a stern face. "Old Zhao, what do you think?" ??
Old Zhao wept. "Wang Yuan... Wang Yuan... my son!"
Old Wang turned to look at Old Zhao. "Old Zhao, what do you mean by that?"
"Huh?" Old Zhao froze, then hurriedly changed his words. "I mean, Wang Yuan died unjustly. My son died unjustly too! My two sons!"
At the mention of this, Old Wang felt as though his heart were being twisted by knives. "Sob... Sob... It hasn't been easy on me as a father either! Three sons, and not one was left behind! Not one!"
Yu Kuohai looked at them, then turned back to the strategist. "Say... when people are especially grief-stricken, do they develop some strange concept of numbers?"
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