After father and son exchanged a glance, they both understood what the other was thinking.
If things truly could not be settled peacefully today, they would cast aside their lives and fight to the death to protect Young Master as he broke out of the Hu Family.
Before long, Meng Zhao strode into the main hall with the gait of a dragon and tiger.
After entering, he casually removed the bamboo hat from his head, untied his rain cape, and tossed it aside, as relaxed as if he were in his own home.
Shi Jie and the several men following behind him saw this and promptly followed suit, their attitude outrageously arrogant.
This infuriated Hu Yingming's men both inside and outside the room, and they glared furiously at Meng Zhao and his group.
Meng Zhao did not care. He swept his gaze around the room. Golden paint and jade tiles, resplendent and magnificent—the entire style reeked of extravagance and ostentation. This was merely a foothold in a small county, yet it showed just how immensely wealthy the Hu Family was.
Lü Zhong and Lü Yue, the father and son standing side by side off to one side, were safe and sound. They had not fallen into the enemy's hands, nor had they been injured. They looked to be in quite good condition, full of vigor.
This was excellent news. As long as Lü Zhong and Lü Yue still had the strength to fight and had not been captured, Meng Zhao would not be tied hand and foot or threatened by others. He would dare to borrow Shi Jie's strength and make a big play.
Before the desk against the north wall stood a burly young man with a dark complexion and sparse whiskers on his lips. His face was grim,