The reporters who knew better had already switched off their cameras.
Zhou Zhou and Lingzi were dumbfounded.
Once the reporters and audience left, the fate awaiting them would probably be worse than death.
"Old Ninth... don't do anything rash," Zhou Zhou shouted, his face drained of color.
"Messing with me is one thing, but you messed with my brother. Without an explanation, I can't hold back my men's blades," Little White Tiger snapped coldly. "Who told you to frame Chun Prefecture?"
The two exchanged a glance, their desire to survive mingling with fear.
It wasn't that they didn't want to talk. Giving up Seventh Master wouldn't leave them any better off.
"So you two brothers just couldn't stand Chun Prefecture and acted on your own?" Old Ninth shrugged and smiled casually. "You've got guts. I admire hardasses like you."
"Do whatever you want!" Xiao Gang shouted to Lei Zi.
The Lei Zis weren't afraid of the reporters being there at all. They were all wearing hoods anyway.
At their boss's command, they headed straight onto the stage with their blades.
"With all these reporters here, you want to commit violence in front of the entire country?" Zhou Zhou was still making one last struggle.
But Old Ninth shrugged indifferently. "I'm not the one killing you. They'll turn themselves in afterward. Xiao Feng was their brother. You stood up for your brother-in-law, and they're standing up for their brother. Same thing."
"But don't worry. I certainly won't bend the law out of favoritism. After they hack you to death, I definitely won't arrange for them to run off to Fei Island."
The whole country had seen it: Xiao Gang had given the order.
Afterward, the Lei Zis would fly to Fei Island, and Zhou Zhou and Lingzi would have died for