Zhao Yingming looked at Zhao Heling's savage, twisted face, and a chill unlike any he had ever felt rose from the depths of his heart.
No matter how foolish he was, he understood now:
His father was no longer the father he used to be.
And the entire Zhao Family was being dragged into an abyss by greed.
Even if that thing had influenced them, at the root of it all, if there had been no greed in their hearts, how could it have exploited the opening?
In this state, could his father's plan truly work?
If that seventh-tier powerhouse survived, would she really spare the Zhao Family?
What a joke!
That was a blood feud!
She even had legitimate grounds to use the Investigating Envoy's authority to kill them "terrorists" on the spot!
Zhao Yingming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to find his throat dry and incapable of forcing out a single word.
"What? You think it's inappropriate?"
Zhao Heling shot him a sidelong glance, his tone carrying a trace of displeasure.
This brat had been raised for nothing!
Since the other side had uncovered their dealings with Calamity, it was only a matter of time before she came knocking. The first one she would cut down would be him, the "mastermind."
Sitting around like this was no different from waiting to die. Better to strike first.
If she reacted in time, they might not even get the chance to deploy the [Black Hole Bomb].
"We're only making those lowborn rabble shoulder a little risk. Compared with the Zhao Family's continued existence, it isn't worth a single coin."
"But..."
"Shut up!"
Zhao Heling coldly cut him off and turned his gaze once more toward that descending mass of darkness in the distance.
"It's already been thrown.