"To think Nie Kuangtu, who once roamed unfettered through life, would end up in such a state!"
Nie Kuangtu gave a bitter smile, shaking his head. His gaze suddenly fixed firmly on Tang Guowei standing behind Mo Han, and he spoke, "Old Tang, I know I am surely going to die. Could you, in consideration of the Nie Family's reputation, spare my son Fei Yang's life?"
"Impossible! If the roots of a weed are not pulled out, the weed will regrow! Nie Kuangtu, if you had won today, would you have spared us?"
Tang Guowei hadn't answered yet when Zhou Zhishan had already taken the lead to speak.
The Nie father and son had poisoned him, causing him endless pain; he couldn't wait to see the pair breathe their last.
"Zhou Zhishan! You have no right to speak here!"
Nie Kuangtu snorted coldly, his eyes turning to Tang Guowei as he said in a stern voice, "Old Tang, I might have been expelled by the Nie Family, but that doesn't mean I have completely severed ties with them!"
