In the small courtyard.
The thick reek of blood instantly drowned out the scent of herbs.
Mixed with dust, it formed a nauseating, sickly sweetness.
"Ah!"
After a brief moment of suffocation, Duan Hong's wife, Madam Wang, let out a tearing scream.
She collapsed to the ground and scrambled backward on all fours, as if trying to get away from those red-and-white remains.
"Murder! Murder!"
"Duan Gang has gone mad! You've gone mad!"
"That was the Chen Family Head! How dare you kill him?"
"The Duan Family is finished! Completely finished!"
She spoke incoherently.
Beside her, Duan Hong was shaking like a sieve.
"Duan Gang, how dare you kill someone right in front of your elders!"
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused?"
He could not believe that the nephew who had always seemed weak and easy to bully in his memory was now giving off such an icy, bone-chilling aura.
Even the way the other man looked at him was like looking at an ant by the roadside, without the slightest warmth.
In his fear, he still tried to use the authority of an elder to intimidate Jiang Fan.
"What?"
"Now I can't even say a few words to you?"
"What's with that look in your eyes?"
"You killed someone from the Chen Family. Are you going to kill me, your eldest uncle, too?"
"Do you still have any respect for us relatives? Do you still see me as your elder?"
Jiang Fan watched his performance calmly.
"Elder?"
"Are you worthy?"
He took a step forward, and an invisible pressure slammed into Duan Hong like a solid wall.
With a "thud," Duan Hong was forced down onto his knees.
The sound of his knees striking the bluestone slabs was clear and distinct.
"You colluded with outsiders