At the Zheng family's residence,
Zheng Dayou, the patriarch of the Zheng family, was sitting on a chair at this moment. He was in no mood to go through the accounts. With a gloomy face, he berated angrily, "This bastard boy! I have told him not to go to such sleazy places so often. Now see what has happened? He has landed himself in deep shit."
"Dalong, what do you know about that opponent you exchanged blows with last night?"
On the side, Zheng Dalong, the seventh uncle Zheng Xiaochuan spoke of, frowned and said, "The one who kidnapped Xiaochuan is a Great Grand Master who uses a sword. His strength is very formidable, comparable to a War General. But I got the feeling that his sword moves seem to be very shaky."
Shaky sword strokes!
Zheng Dayou immediately sensed what was going on. This person who kidnapped his son was not an expert with a sword, and was using the sword merely to confuse the public and throw the Ying family off his track.
