Zhang Chen sneered at Zhang Gaqi, then looked at the ferocious-faced Zhang Shenqi. "Look at him. If we let him live, he'll surely nurse a grudge and refuse to let this go. He'll use every means at his disposal to ruin my great plans. I will not indulge in a woman's softheartedness."
Zhang Chen impatiently waved a hand. "Behead him."
At that moment, one of Zhang Shenqi's trusted men drew the long blade from his waist and, without another word, swung it straight at Zhang Shenqi's head. Amid Zhang Shenqi's unwilling scream, a head as large as a bushel basket soared into the sky, blood spraying three feet high.
"Please ascend to the position of family head and lead our Zhang Family toward prosperity!" After killing Zhang Shenqi, the disciple addressed Zhang Chen.
"Heh. There's no rush for me to take the family head's seat. First, kill every last one of Zhang Shenqi's family members and descendants." Zhang Chen spoke unhurriedly. "Let me see your performance before I truly believe you have pledged yourselves to me."
"Zhang Chen, they are all your brothers and sisters! How can you be so heartless?" Zhang Gaqi's face drained of color as he rebuked him.
"Today, I killed their father. In the future, they will surely seek revenge on me at any cost. If I do not pull up the weeds by the roots, should I wait for them to take revenge on me someday?" Zhang Chen said coldly.
"I can guarantee they won't seek revenge on you in the future. I'll stake my head on it," Zhang Gaqi hurriedly said.
"Your head is worthless! You yourself are worthless! If you had even a shred of ability, the situation would never have deteriorated to this point." Zhang Chen shook his head and spoke expressionlessly