At her words, Dong Suzhen finally felt her heart settle, and her emotions stabilized as well. She nodded earnestly.
Just then, the bodyguards brought seven young men before Zhao Fu. The seven stood off to one side, their faces bruised and swollen. Six of them were dressed ordinarily, their faces full of fear as they trembled and looked around.
But the other young man was dressed in expensive clothes and wore an arrogant expression. He shouted, "Do you know who I am? I'm the young master of South Stone Group! You dare treat me like this? You're dead!"
Zhao Fu could not help but chuckle. "It's been a long time since anyone dared to be so presumptuous before me."
Though Zhao Fu said it with a smile, the hearts of the many bodyguards turned cold. They understood exactly how great Zhao Fu's authority was. Saying this clearly meant he was somewhat angered. Some young master of South Stone Group—he was finished now. It would not just be one person dying; his whole family might suffer disaster.
"How should the acting family head deal with these seven?" one captain asked, gathering his courage.
Zhao Fu's smile faded as he said indifferently, "Drag them all away and kill them."
"Yes!"
The bodyguards acknowledged the order and were about to drag the seven away and kill them. They were no ordinary bodyguards, but the Ying Family's private soldiers, obeying every command of the Ying Family.
Upon hearing Zhao Fu say he would kill them, the other six went deathly pale. They dropped to their knees and begged, "We're innocent! Please spare us, big brother! Young Master Xiao ordered us to do it—we wouldn't have dared otherwise!"
Hearing Zhao Fu's words, the arrogant young man looked utterly disbelieving. But when he saw that the