"Since Ji Wuye's evidence of guilt will only be made public after you die, then please go die!" With that, Zhao Zilong stepped forward and seized Zhang Kaidi by the throat.
"Stop! Let go of my grandfather!" At that moment, Zhang Liang suddenly returned. Seeing Zhao Zilong about to kill his grandfather, he immediately drew his bronze sword.
"You really came back at the perfect time," Zhao Zilong said teasingly as he looked at Zhang Liang. Yet he did not take Zhang Liang seriously. At that moment, Han Fei also appeared. Seeing Zhao Zilong gripping Zhang Kaidi's neck and the servants lying all around, he sternly asked, "What do you intend to do to Prime Minister Zhang?"
Zhao Zilong looked at Han Fei in surprise. "Han Fei, you're here too?"
At that moment, an orange sword aura suddenly slashed toward Zhao Zilong's arm. Zhao Zilong instinctively released his grip and retreated two steps. Looking at the white-haired young man before him, he sighed. "Wei Zhuang, you came too. It seems you all knew I would show up here."
Han Fei stepped forward and analyzed, "Ever since you told me that day that you wanted Ji Wuye's evidence of guilt, I guessed that you would eventually come looking for Prime Minister Zhang."
"So what? Are you planning to stop me?" Zhao Zilong looked at Han Fei and the others with disdain. "We may not be enemies, and we may even share a common enemy, but if you dare get in my way, I'll deal with all of you too."
At this point, Zhang Liang hurried over to help Zhang Kaidi up. "Grandfather, are you all right?"
Zhang Kaidi waved a hand. With his hands clasped behind his back, Han Fei stepped forward and said earnestly, "You said it yourself—we share a