The Martial Arts Association Was About to Fall Apart

"Grandpa, how can we just let this slide?" Zhang Xin'ai believed in settling scores. She spoke up at once, ignoring the looks from the others, and told Zhang Hong directly, "Mr. Zhang, I think it was someone from Zhang Mansion."

"Zhang Mansion? Our family?"

Zhang Hong was stunned. Zhang Yang was a member of the family. Why would anyone in Zhang Mansion try to suppress him? If they had, why had Zhang Hong gone to such lengths to have Zhang Daoru investigate again and again, then invited Zhang Yang and his mother to Kyoto on a flimsy pretext?

"It's simple. Either ask Yin Zhiping or go home and ask."

Zhang Xin'ai spoke her mind so quickly that Zhang Yang had no chance to stop her.

"Xin'ai—"

"Zhang Yang."

Cheng Dongxue tugged Zhang Yang's hand. This time, she agreed with Zhang Xin'ai. Danger had dogged Zhang Yang at every step. If they did not resolve this, another crisis would follow, and the trouble would only grow.

Zhang Yang had considered that. But until matters reached a certain point, the enemy's malice would not be plain for all to see, and he would have no grounds to crush them with overwhelming force.

If Zhang Yang struck, he intended to put them down for good.

He turned with a smile and gently stroked the back of Cheng Dongxue's hand with his free hand.

"I'm fine. We'll all be fine. Don't worry."

"Those defiant wretches."

Zhang Hong was furious. Zhang Daoru's account was trustworthy; he would never have raised the matter without cause. Zhang Hong had to go back and demand answers.

"Elder Zhang, I'm sorry you had to witness this family disgrace. I'll head back now."

With that, Zhang Hong rose and strode toward the door.

"Zhang..."

Liu Mei grew anxious. Their family