Only after they left the building did Zhu Mengmeng ask timidly, "Are they... are they dead?"
"No," Chu Ge said. "Their minds were damaged, worse than your father's. Unless they also have an expert like Qiu Qiu to treat them, they'll probably spend a year or two in a vegetative state, or even lie there for the rest of their lives."
Zhong Yi glanced at Chu Ge without saying anything.
The rest of their lives was unlikely; treatments did exist... but Zhong Yi felt that a Healing Art like Qiu Wuji's was a rare sight, not something they could find just by looking. They were bound to spend six months to a year in bed.
Zhu Mengmeng found it quite satisfying. "Serves them right. I hope nobody can save them!"
Chu Ge turned to look at Zhong Yi's expression and asked, "Think we went too far? Anything less wouldn't scare them off. I'm even doubtful this will do much good. It'll be a pain if they come back for revenge."
"It'll help." Zhong Yi shook his head. "They're not idiots. Even if they really want revenge, they'll at least have to figure out who you are first... actually, if I were in charge, I probably wouldn't do anything more. Du Lianfeng and Qi Chengtai aren't their fathers. What's there to avenge?"
Chu Ge said, "Surely it's not that simple?"
"Of course not," Zhong Yi said flatly. "With two loud voices gone from the group, the sensible thing is to swarm in and carve up their interests. That's how they think. And those two have people of their own, too, so there'll be a brief bout of infighting."
Chu Ge nodded. "And after that?"
"When it comes to how to deal with us, the ones calling for revenge will start fighting