In the villa's grand hall.
Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong's faces were grim as they looked toward the entrance of the hall with several late-night snacks placed on the table in front of them.
Luo Mingxuan had also temporarily left the hospital and lay crazily on one side, wanting to witness Shen Feng's head being blown apart by a bullet with his own eyes.
Besides, over twenty men in black stood inside the hall.
All these men had indifferent faces and a faint murderous aura radiating from them; they were elite members of the Luo Family, each with hundreds of lives on their hands.
"Dad, I received a call from the Qin Family yesterday, Old Master Qin's eightieth birthday has been set for ten months from now."
"This time, Old Master Qin's birthday banquet is going to be very grand. I heard that all the major families from Tianhai will be there, and even families from the Capital City will attend to offer congratulations."
