The Yue Family... Slaughter, Not a Single Soul Left

"Situ Xuan! You... you... you son of a..."

His voice trembled, and his teeth chattered from how hard he clenched them. He could not even finish a sentence.

Chen Xinjie stood to the side, watching the scene unfold, and the smile on his face finally slipped. He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted to say something, but his mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, and not a single word came out.

Situ Xuan sat back down in his chair and waved a hand. His voice had returned to calm, but there was an unquestionable authority within that calm.

"Enough. No more nonsense. Yue Zhengen, I'll give you two choices. First, confess and accept the law. Hand over command of the Southern Legion, disband the Holy Angel Family's private troops, and spit out every coin you've embezzled. I can leave you with some dignity. Your family will move to Mingdu and guard the city for generations."

Yue Zhengen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word through them.

"Pah!"

Situ Xuan smiled, and there was something in that smile that made one's blood run cold.

"Second, I kill you, then wipe out your Holy Angel Family. Not even the chickens and dogs will be spared!"

The hall fell silent.

Yue Zhengen stared fixedly at Situ Xuan, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness. His hands were trembling, not from fear, but from rage. His chest heaved violently, and every breath carried a thick reek of gunpowder.

Situ Xuan looked at him, the iciness in his eyes not changing in the slightest.

"Choose."

Yue Zhengen said nothing. His mouth was shut tight, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his teeth chattered from how hard he clenched