Lin Shuguang and Meng Shenzhou took the battered Chu Xiongtian back with them. Of course, they had not let Zheng Yunshu off before leaving.
When the three left, not a single person in the Zheng Family stepped forward to stop them... Great Grandmaster Zheng Jie and the current family head, Zheng Chu, stood there with the senior members, watching helplessly as Lin Shuguang and the other two departed.
Off to one side, Zheng Yunshu lay on the ground, screaming in agony with both legs crippled. Not far from him, his father lay sprawled on the ground, dead drunk, blearily shouting for more wine.
Lin Shuguang and Meng Shenzhou took Chu Xiongtian to a nearby hospital. Only after Chu Xiongtian was wheeled into the operating room did Meng Shenzhou sit down on a bench in the corridor and breathe a sigh of relief.
That afternoon had been full of twists and turns, far beyond anything he had expected.
He had never imagined his buddy could single-handedly beat the Zheng Family into submission.
Even Zheng Jie had not uttered a word.
That was a Great Grandmaster, a Great Grandmaster of the Martial Dao whom even his own father had to treat with the utmost respect.
And yet, what had happened?
Meng Shenzhou still remembered how he had brutally beaten Zheng Yunshu in front of everyone in the Zheng Family.
Not one person had intervened.
Why?
Because those people feared Lin Shuguang, who stood behind him.
That was strength!
The bigger fist made the rules!
"Here."
Meng Shenzhou had been lost in his memories, marveling at what had happened, when Lin Shuguang suddenly offered him a tissue. He looked up.
Lin Shuguang gestured at the blood on his fist. "Wipe the blood off your hand."
Meng Shenzhou came back to his senses. Earlier,