When Zhou Hong looked at their leaving figure, his face was scrunched up into a ball from the pain Lei Yu had inflicted onto him.

As for Chen Shuanghe, his clothes were drenched in a cold sweat. If Zhou Hong, their patriarch, was treated like a misbehaving kid before Lei Yu, what was he considered?! Even if he used his toes to think, he would realize that the identities of the two people he was trying to arrest were things he couldn’t hope to uncover! 

Impersonating disciples of the Leiyu Creed?! Was there a need for them to do that when Zhou Hong ran all the way out there to receive a beating?!

The more he thought about it, the colder his heart became. He glared at the members of the Scarlet Blood Clan, and he wanted nothing more than to tear them limb from limb.

When Chen Yang and the others noticed his gaze, they...