"Hmph! Since you don't want to drink a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty. Now you can't blame me."
The middle-aged man's figure flashed, appearing in front of Liu Zheng. He stretched out a hand, grasped Liu Zheng's neck, and then violently twisted it – a crisp snap resounded as Liu Zheng's head contorted instantly.
Blood splattered on the middle-aged man's clothes as he sneered, "The Yang Family? Hmph! Once I occupy the position of the Chen Family Head, the first ones I'll kill will be you, Yang Family."
Liu Zheng's corpse fell to the ground.
"Master, do you really plan to tell the Chen Family about this and have the Chen Family deal with our Yang Family?" Yang Qianqian's elder sister asked with concern.
"Rest assured, I will make the Chen Family pay the price and submit completely under my feet," the middle-aged man said with an ominous laugh.
...
Meanwhile.
Chen Haoxuan and his companions had already left Nanyang City.
