A Fierce Family Tradition

At last, the man let out a heart-rending scream, collapsed to the ground, and began frothing at the mouth. The sight sent a chill through everyone. For a moment, the only sound was the chattering of teeth as the three men convulsed.

Only Deng Ruiming's eyes shone with a strange light. He seemed positively excited. "Throw these men out. If anyone else comes, kill them on sight!"

Only after Deng Ruiming gave the order did the servants snap out of their stupor. Trembling, they stepped forward and carried the three men away.

No one saw the Flying Ants return to Tang Changsheng's hand.

After biting three people in a row, the Flying Ants looked exhausted, listless, and terribly weak.

But wisps of black qi seeped from Tang Changsheng's palm. The Flying Ants gulped them down and soon recovered.

"These three men?" Deng Ruiming asked.

Instead of answering, Tang Changsheng asked, "What would you think, sir, if the people who harmed your grandson suffered the same punishment?"

"They'd never recover?"

"If I don't want them to recover, they never will," Tang Changsheng replied evenly.

Deng Ruiming burst out laughing. "Good! Very good! I want those bastards to spend the rest of their lives unable to live and unable to die..."

Before he had finished speaking, a thunderous boom rang out. Fire erupted within the estate, followed by a volley of gunfire.

Someone hurried over, looking slightly panicked. "Sir, someone's attacking the estate!"

"Even the dead heard that. What are you panicking for?" Deng Ruiming had weathered countless storms. He had even fought in the War of National Destiny.

Now he remained perfectly composed, every inch a seasoned commander. "How many are there? What weapons do they have?"

As he spoke, another violent explosion sounded, this time well inside the estate. The