Zheng Xing's face was flushed crimson, a murderous intent conspicuously present!
When had his Zheng Family ever been humiliated like this?
His son had even been crippled!
If this blood feud was not avenged, what face would his Zheng Family have left in Haidong Province?
And the Liu Family, openly opposing him, standing on Su Han's side—since they were seeking their own death, they couldn't blame him for being ruthless.
Zheng Xing looked at his son, his heart aching immensely.
If Zheng Yang was crippled, then there would be no descendants left for his Zheng Family.
"Family Head! Family Head!" Someone rushed in from outside the door, shouting frantically, "Someone says they can heal the young master's legs!"
Zheng Xing's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow—another swindler coming to deceive him for the reward?
This was Su Han's doing; apart from Su Han, who else could heal it?
"Hmph, tell him to get lost!" Zheng Xing, engulfed in rage, bellowed.
