After killing Sun Shangen, the Sun Family's rising star, Pan Long and Old Han headed straight for the residence of the eldest son, Sun Shangong.
Sun Shangong led the Sun Family's fourth generation. The third-generation family head, Sun Lishen, was growing old and had already handed him many responsibilities. In a few years, the eldest son was expected to take his father's place and run the Sun Family.
If the entire Sun Family were ranked by wickedness, Sun Shangong would probably come fourth or fifth. Now was the time to kill him.
Unfortunately, Pan Long found no one there.
The courtyard where Sun Shangong lived was deserted.
Through the doors and windows, he could see that the rooms were in some disarray. Their owner must have left in a hurry, taking only the most important things.
"The eldest son ran," Old Han said. "The Sun Family has connections everywhere and plenty of friends and relatives. I couldn't tell you where he's gone."
Pan Long frowned. "Next."
Next was Sun Shouzu, the Sun Family's old patriarch.
Sun Shouzu had not fled. Instead, he had gathered nearly everyone left in the Sun Family who could fight, forming a mighty-looking force of more than a hundred.
If they had not all looked so alarmed and flustered, the sight of them might truly have been intimidating.
But their faces gave them away. When Pan Long approached with his blade, more than half of them began to tremble.
By the look of them, one roar from Pan Long might send them scattering like a flock of chicks.
Among them, Sun Shouzu was the calmest. He was over seventy and looked his age, but when he stood at the back of the crowd holding his long-handled blade, he had the bearing of a master, as immovable