Hearing the sound, Fucha Rongcan was ecstatic. "It's my dad! My dad is here! Chen, you're definitely dead this time! Hahaha..."
Cao Yan and Liang Xuan were also pleasantly surprised.
With Master Qiansui himself here, Chen Xuan was indeed doomed!
As they spoke, eight guards in yellow jackets cleared the way, and Fucha Tai, in a long robe and braided hair, strode in confidently.
This scene strongly resembled the opening of a court session in ancient times, filled with commanding presence.
"Dad, save me, Dad!"
Fucha Rongcan, dragging a broken leg, crawled towards Fucha Tai, a pitiful sight to behold.
Seeing the state of his son, Fucha Tai's face instantly turned cold and stern.
Their Fucha Family Clan ruled supreme here in Jinmen, but now his own son had been beaten and his leg broken; this was a blatant disregard for their clan!
"Who did this, get the hell out here!" Fucha Rongcan roared with rage.
