Elsewhere, the Zhao family convoy.
Inside the lead vehicle, the air was so stagnant it was suffocating.
The driver gripped the steering wheel, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. The sound of him swallowing was especially clear in the silence.
In the back seat, uncle and nephew Zhao Jiutang and Zhao Wanliang sat side by side. Both wore faces as dark as water and said nothing.
After a long while—
"Wan Liang, your second uncle can't swallow this insult!" Zhao Jiutang kept his voice extremely low. "We might as well... find someone to take care of him."
Even a clay figure had three parts fire in it.
Let alone the public humiliation he had suffered today. Zhao Jiutang's venomous hatred for Lu Chen could no longer be concealed in the slightest.
All he could think about was how to get rid of the other man.
In any case, this was hardly the first time the Zhao family had done such things behind the scenes.
The Zhao family had always maintained a watch list.
Anyone who made it onto that list became a potential target for the Zhao family to eliminate.
It was divided into three ranks: A, B, and C.
Once someone was marked A-rank, they would often vanish from the face of the earth before long.
In Zhao Jiutang's eyes, Lu Chen was already qualified for A-rank...
In fact, even S-rank would not be excessive!
After all, a newly risen noble dared to openly provoke the Zhao family like this.
If they allowed him to grow, he would surely become a grave threat.
Besides, the two families had already torn all pretenses apart. There was no room left for reconciliation.
Better to nip him in the bud first!
Yet Zhao Wanliang beside him remained silent throughout.
"Say something, Wan Liang?"