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Before long, though, Lu Xiaotian saw the banner bearing the character Zhu hanging from the ship, and behind the crowd at the bow stood a particularly conspicuous fat man. He sighed inwardly. He could ignore people who had nothing to do with him, but he hadn't expected things to line up so neatly: Zhu Jinfu was here too. He couldn't just pretend not to see him.
"Brother Fengshui, Brother Hu. Why have your two families blocked the Zhu family's way?" Zhu Yinglong, standing at the head of the group, smiled at the two Divine Void Realm experts leading the two giant ships before him.
"Brother Zhu, you showed no mercy at all when you took our business from us. And now you want to back down? Don't you think it's a little too late?" Hua Hu said, eyeing Zhu Yinglong coldly.
"From the looks of it, you have other motives. The Demon Race is about to attack Yuanling City, and yet you're making trouble for my Zhu family here. Don't you think you're going too far? Even if word gets out and you flee elsewhere, it'll be hard for you to find a place to stand." Seeing Shang Fengshui's amused smile, Zhu Yinglong's own smile stiffened.
"Whether we can find a place to stand has nothing to do with the Zhu family, so spare yourself the concern, Brother Zhu." Shang Fengshui folded his arms and looked at Zhu Yinglong coldly. "Time is short, so I won't waste it talking nonsense with you. Your Zhu family knew that Lu Xiaotian was involved in my son's death, yet still joined forces with him. I imagine you've gained quite a lot from it over the years. I ask for nothing else: hand over everything you have on you now to compensate Brother