Half a year later.
Comfort View Prefecture, Yan Garden.
Duan Hong knelt before Lord Chu, his face pale as gold foil, his eyes filled with the color of desperation.
"Dad, just give me some more time. Perhaps there's just a little accident at the Great Unity Association, and there will be results soon."
Lord Chu sneered, "Duan Hong, I have already given you two extra months, and my patience has run out.
If there was no half-year deadline at the beginning, I could have waited. But since there is a deadline, the promise must be kept.
Since you put your life on the line as a guarantee, today you can repay it with your life."
His momentum was like a knife pressed against Duan Hong's heart, stabbing in little by little, killing without shedding blood.
Duan Hong didn't beg for mercy stubbornly.
He understood very well that his resistance was meaningless in front of powerful Lord Chu, and it was better to die gracefully.
