The grand hall, adorned for what was supposed to be a celebration, now felt like the stage of a grim play. The air was thick with tension as Zhou Fang's gaze bore into Mo Xing's. The guests, expecting joy, were now paralyzed by fear. Fang Bin's smirk had vanished, replaced by a mask of shock. Liang's usually composed demeanor cracked, revealing his anxiety.
Zhou Fang's voice was smooth but carried an edge of menace as he addressed Mo Xing, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment. The destruction of the Zhou family wasn't just a business move; it was a personal vendetta. You took everything from us, and today, we take it back."
