Zhuo Ronghao burst into tears upon hearing Mu Yingchen's words, crying out, "No, please no, Young Master Mu, I was wrong, I really was, have mercy... have mercy on me!"
Mu Yingchen remained unmoved, regarding him coldly. A black-clad bodyguard stepped forward, brandishing an iron rod about two meters long, and slowly approached Zhuo Ronghao.
Scared out of his wits, Zhuo Ronghao nearly wet himself, scuttling backward in terror on the ground.
"Ah!" A piercing scream suddenly echoed through the entire basement, making Liao Yonglin's heart shudder with fear.
"Ah! My leg, my leg, it hurts so much..." Zhuo Ronghao clutched his right leg, rolling around on the floor in agony.
A trace of ferocity flashed in Mu Yingchen's eyes, "Take him to the Zhuo Family and tell Zhuo Rongxuan to keep an eye on his useless brother. Don't let him appear anywhere I might see him... Otherwise, it won't be as simple as a disabled leg!!"
