Death's Crossroads

"Zuo Jin, my dear son, you really are so filial!"

Pinned in Recovery Room One by Ren Yisheng's mental pressure, Zuo Lianguang could speak, reach for his communicator, and even issue orders over the internal intercom.

But neither of Zuo Lianguang's legs would move.

He couldn't budge them.

Worse, Zuo Lianguang knew that if Zuo Denggao's blood transfusion went a little faster, it wouldn't just be his legs that he couldn't move.

Without the Save the World Group, the Ren Household had only a few large factories manufacturing civilian products, producing things such as biscuits, jerky, dog food, and cat food.

In terms of assets, the Ren Household had already fallen out of the ranks of Western Capital City's major Lineage conglomerates.

Yet the peculiar nature of the Ren Household's cultivation kept it standing in Western Capital City.

And there was something else about Ren Yisheng that was downright terrifying.

Only after Ren Yisheng had effortlessly subdued him did Zuo Lianguang think of the most frightening thing of all: Ren Yisheng's fighting Technique could kill without leaving a trace.

Whether someone had suffered natural brain death or been killed by Ren Yisheng left plenty of room for maneuver.

Once people started arguing over it, there would be no end to it.

No one from the many Lineages would stand up for a dead man, nor would anyone in the future. His own disappointing children were even less capable of going toe-to-toe with the Ren Household.

Zuo Lianguang couldn't rule out the possibility of blood being spilled in this recovery room.

After all, Ren Yisheng had leverage over them. They couldn't very well bleed his family and then refuse to let him retaliate.

Holding the intercom, Zuo Lianguang wore an angry expression, but his words were as gentle as a spring