Lin Zhengli had only just calmed down when his heart was suddenly seized with panic again.
Lin Zhengren bit his teeth hard once more and made his way back toward his own brother.
"Lin Zhengren, what are you going to do!"
At that moment, an angry rebuke sounded.
Jiang Wang looked in the direction of the voice, and it was an old acquaintance, Lin Zhengren and Lin Zhengli's father, Lin Duanxing.
His clothes were unkempt, as if he had just climbed off a woman, reeking of alcohol, clearly much more debonair than both of his sons.
But at that moment, his face was inflamed with rage, extremely angry, "He is your own brother, you want to kill him? Are you a beast?!"
He turned and looked around, "All of you good-for-nothings, are you all useless? Just standing by and watching this demon strut around in my Lin Family? What's the point of feeding you!"
Jiang Wang watched him silently, with no intention of taking any action.
