Meng Zhao's mind spun through countless twists and turns, and he made many guesses, yet none showed on his face. He continued asking, "No matter how powerful your Heavenly King is, he is far away at the edge of the sky and cannot save you. You need not rely on him to pressure me. Tell me about the Liu Family again. By your account, the Heavenly King Gang is wealthy and powerful, and seemingly has no reason to covet the Liu Family. Why did it use such ruthless means to wipe out an entire family?"
Naturally, this was also a test. From Meng Zhao's own perspective, in these times, the strong were kings and the weak were slaves and servants. Just as when he had been in Nan'an Commandery, the Hu Family and Sun Family had been destroyed, or when he came to Lingwu City and uprooted quite a few factions one by one—not all of them had necessarily been in the right.
The Heavenly King Gang was strong enough, while the Liu Family was weak. Any casual excuse could bring down a great calamity upon them.
The Bald Strong Man glanced at Ji Rushuang, who was gritting her teeth and glaring at him with blazing fury, then said bitterly, "This lowly one is merely a minor leader. How could I know the reasons behind such major matters? I only followed the orders of those above me. Moreover, the Heavenly King did not act personally this time. Instead, his Eight Vajras dealt with the Liu Family, Fang Family, Yu Family, and several other great families. "However, by this lowly one's guess, perhaps the Heavenly King needed to gather provisions. Yet the several great families within the commandery city kept the Heavenly King Gang at arm's length and refused to cooperate,