Uncle Wen looked around, but saw neither his Fifth Young Master nor the woman who had been bound earlier. His heart jolted.
He had now realized that this man and woman had likely come specifically for his Fifth Young Master. Even Fang Han, who had first made the suggestion, was likely harboring ill intent and deserved suspicion.
However, the urgent matter was no longer assigning blame. They had to find the Fifth Young Master and resolve this affair in the shortest possible time.
As for those who had died, they could only blame their own inadequate skills and poor fate.
"Who are you? Do you know that going after the Fang Family's Fifth Young Master is a provocation against the Fang Family? Do you know what you will face?"
Uncle Wen had spent several decades with the Fang Family and had long regarded it as his own home, putting its interests above all else. Now, using the family's power to pressure the other side, he cut a rather imposing figure.
Meng Zhao was utterly unconcerned. With a faint smile, he said,
"So what if it is the Fang Family? We martial artists revere the principle that the victor becomes king and the loser becomes bandit. No matter how strong the Fang Family is, it cannot control me right now. As for you, you are clearly an outsider. Your martial arts are quite good, yet you have devoted your whole body and soul to the Fang Family. How strange.
Are the benefits of being the Fang Family's dog truly so plentiful that even a master like you accepts them as sweet dew?"
Uncle Wen flew into a rage. Under normal circumstances, he would have struck and killed the man before him long ago. Yet, uncertain of Fang Zijun's situation, he still