"Thump—"
Xue Tu's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, shouting loudly, "Martial Artist, sir, please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
Jiang Chen arrived in front of him and looked at him coldly, without saying a word.
Xue Tu's body began to tremble, and a bone-chilling cold spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him afraid to move an inch.
A moment later, Jiang Chen finally spoke in a cold voice, "I won't kill you, but I expect you and your son to kneel and apologize to my wife."
Having said that, he turned and walked over to Tu Feng, who had already fainted from fear:
"I'm ordering you to kneel and apologize to my wife, do you have a problem with that?"
Jiang Chen's question, carrying a cold murderous aura and dense evil Qi, hit Tu Feng directly.
With a grunt, Tu Feng's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fear.
