"Father..."
"Family Head..."
As Yang Zhi was sent flying by the slap, the people of the Yang Residence cried out madly and rushed after him, catching and supporting him in midair.
Only after seeing that Yang Zhi was not seriously hurt did Yang Li take the lead in screaming, "He, have you gone mad? Sikong Jing was the one who killed your family's young geniuses, not our Yang Residence."
Damn it, an old blood feud had appeared out of nowhere. Of course, everyone from the Yang Residence was utterly frustrated.
Moreover, Yang Zhi had been slapped flying right in front of them by the He Family Head. Where were they supposed to put their faces now?
They were even more depressed than the He Residence right now. Sikong Jing had not been killed!
Unfortunately, the He Family Head and the people of the He Residence simply could not hear any of it. The He Family Head roared back directly...
"It was you who caused this."
"Our He Residence was properly taking part in the district snatching. Why did you make us provoke that little demon Sikong Jing?"
"You fucking got every single thing right in your guesses, so why didn't you get the last part right?"
"He wasn't seriously injured at all. He was making a breakthrough!"
By this point, the He Family Head's chest was about to explode from fury.
Compared to Sikong Jing, the person he hated even more now was Yang Zhi. If Yang Zhi had not desperately egged them on, how could the He Residence possibly have entertained the thought of killing someone and seizing their treasure? If Yang Zhi was not to blame, then who was?
At that moment, Yang Zhi clutched his burning cheek and snapped furiously, "Is something wrong with your head?"
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