Wu Weilin wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, then walked toward Ling Yun.
"Sir, could you please spare Xiao Gang? He's still young and ignorant."
As soon as he said this, everyone was left dumbfounded.
"You know me? What if I refuse to let this go?" Ling Yun sneered.
The three little ones, meanwhile, ate as they watched, their gazes shifting back and forth between the two men.
"Then this old man will go to the An Family and seek justice." Wu Weilin paused before continuing.
With public pressure mounting, what could the An Family do even if its influence was immense?
"I have some good news for you." Ling Yun gave a mysterious smile and actually glanced at Wu Weilin. The latter froze, unsure what Ling Yun was scheming.
"I'd be glad to hear it!"
Ling Yun lowered his voice. "Your son—I was the one who killed him!"
At those words, Wu Weilin's legs began to tremble, and a trace of killing intent surfaced in his eyes. Though it vanished in an instant, it still escaped Ling Yun's notice.
"You're not an ordinary person."
Wu Weilin immediately resumed his normal demeanor, as if he had heard nothing. That hatred had been hidden incredibly deeply.
"What do you think?"
This time, Ling Yun's smile vanished, leaving his expression extremely serious.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Hurry and have the bodyguards attack! Catch him! I want him to—"
Smack!
"Shut up!"
Seeing that Wu Weilin remained motionless, his grandson Wu Gang spoke again, but before he could finish—
Wu Weilin slapped him across the face and shouted furiously.
"Are you an idiot?"
Wu Gang was completely dazed by the slap. Even the few young masters beside him wore utterly bewildered expressions.
"Grandpa... you... you..."
"Hurry and apologize to this gentleman. Beg for