Zhao Yifei couldn't help but sink his head in despair when he heard Sun Fengzi's words. He thought to himself, it's alright if you want to die with your enemies, but at this rate, I, your son, am going to get killed alongside you? It doesn't matter if you die; I don't want to die. You can be ruthless to Duan Yarong and the others now. In the future, Zhao Youlin and the others will put all these debts on my head. The one who is truly unlucky is me!
Of course, Zhao Yifei could not tell Sun Fengzi that. After some consideration, Zhao Yifei planned to persuade Sun Fengzi tactfully. Unexpectedly, Zhao Youlin added fuel to the fire at that moment.
"You want us to be buried with you?" Zhao Youlin glanced at Sun Fengzi contemptuously. "Our lives are much more precious than yours. If you want us to be buried with you, won't we suffer a great loss?"
"You..." Sun Fengzi struggled even harder after being provoked by Zhao Youlin.
