Son, Your Old Man Hit the Jackpot This Time

Uncle Dao repeatedly cautioned everyone.

Then he looked at Lin Cheng. The latter froze for a moment before nodding. "I won't speak carelessly."

"Good that you understand."

Uncle Dao let out a breath of relief, then waved to everyone. "There's nothing else to do now. Get back to whatever you were doing. Don't dwell on this too much, and don't be worried or afraid. The more afraid you are, the easier it is to reveal a flaw."

Although they had not participated in the matter and had merely watched its course unfold, that alone was enough for the Tyrant Heaven Army to set its sights on them. There was no telling whether something might happen. Those people from the Tyrant Heaven Army would not simply take their word for it.

When the time came, to confirm the truth and avenge their subordinates, there would likely be no avoiding torture and forced confessions.

Unless more than half the people present died, this matter would absolutely not be allowed to rest easily. It was even possible that they might all die miserably.

Clearly, everyone understood this. So even if someone truly had some ideas, they would have to weigh them carefully—perhaps they could obtain benefits, but would they still be alive to spend the money?

As everyone dispersed, Wu Yougan turned to Lin Cheng. "Brother Lin Cheng, are you going alone from here, or will you come with us? Northern Yan City is going to be very dangerous next. You're alone and have no backing, so you may run into some unpleasant trouble. Why not come back to the Wu Family with us first? Once this storm passes, you can consider your other options."

Dangerous?

Lin Cheng thought, You're the ones who'll truly be in danger if I'm around. He decisively shook