The Patriarch Has His Own Judgment

Zhao Ritian burst out laughing. "Serves you right!"

Yu Kuohai kicked Zhao Ritian again. "Your mouth is really asking for it!"

Zhao Ritian coughed up blood from the kick. Held down by two experts, he still refused to submit.

"I refuse! I refuse! I refuse! You old bastard only know how to kick the two of us! Why does Lu Chengwen get to sit while we kneel? Why do we get beaten while he smokes and drinks tea? You old bastard have no brains at all, no brains!"

Yu Kuohai pointed at him. "Stuff his mouth! Stuff it, stuff it!" ??

Yu Kuohai wore a stern expression and beckoned.

Yu Funan brought over a tray with something covered by a small handkerchief.

Yu Kuohai removed the handkerchief, revealing nine nails.

"These are nine Dragon Pattern Nails. From now on, whatever I ask, the three of you will answer. If you refuse to answer, lie, or fail to answer in sufficient detail, I'll reward you with a Dragon Pattern Nail!"

"Tell me, how did you infiltrate my residence?"

Yu Kuohai pointed at Zhao Ritian. "You!"

Zhao Ritian's mouth was stuffed, and he could only make muffled sounds.

Yu Kuohai flew into a rage. "Insolence! Refusing to answer and showing contempt for me!"

A Dragon Pattern Nail slammed into Zhao Ritian's chest.

Zhao Ritian immediately felt the true energy throughout his body fall into chaos. His entire body went limp, without a shred of strength.

Yu Kuohai turned to Long Aotian. "You!"

Long Aotian looked at Zhao Ritian, then at the eight remaining Dragon Pattern Nails on the table, and hurriedly said,

"Old Man Wu brought us here. I don't know what they wanted to do either. Everything I said is the truth!"

"Old Man Wu..." Yu Kuohai laughed. "Do you think