Disaster Loomed over the Zhang Mansion

Zhang Hong jumped out of the car and headed straight for the Hao Mansion.

The Zhang Family was one of the few truly powerful families in Kyoto, even larger than Zhang Daoru's family. As its patriarch returned, the servants came out to greet him.

"Master."

"Is the young master home?"

Zhang Hong did not slow his steps as he asked, storming inside.

The enormous family owned an equally enormous residence, comparable in size to a prince's estate of old.

A moment later, Zhang Hong reached the main hall of the grand villa.

The Zhang Family's branches lived in separate quarters, but the family had never split up. Everyone lived on the estate, with each branch having its own space for daily life. This hall, however, served as both their meeting room and Zhang Hong's living room.

"Master, the young master hasn't returned yet."

"He's a young man with no proper business to attend to. Why is he never home? Go, find him at once. Tell everyone to come here for a family meeting."

Zhang Hong was still furious. The servant trembled, then turned and hurried off to search.

Several luxury cars pulled up outside the Zhang Mansion. Zhang Liangyin climbed out, grimacing in pain, half his face swollen from the beating.

The bodyguards at the entrance immediately approached.

"Young master, the master is waiting for you in the meeting hall. Please hurry over."

"Father?"

"Understood!"

Zhang Liangyin was startled, his heart uneasy. Perhaps his father had learned about Yin Zhiping's attack on Zhang Yang.

The patriarch's return sent a stir through the entire Zhang household. Everyone now feared for themselves. During the day or so that Zhang Hong had lain unconscious in the hospital, many things had happened in the Zhang Mansion, all of them selfish acts that disregarded the