"That person is the Heavenly God of Protecting the Country of Great Xia, do you realize that just now the Special Forces came here with hundreds of men, along with Steward Li's corpse, delivered it to my door, and pointed guns at me, demanding that I settle this matter,"
"If it's not handled well, the entire Han Family will be led down the path of destruction!" Han Pengming said, and once again couldn't suppress the rage in his heart, raising his foot and fiercely kicking Han Zi'ang.
"Puh!" Han Zi'ang had barely recovered from his injuries when the kick from him made them serious again.
His blood surged to his heart, and at the sweetness in his throat, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a 'puh'.
However, compared to the pain in his body, Han Zi'ang felt even more despair in his heart at that moment.
Great Xia... Heavenly God of Protecting the Country!
What kind of person that was, Han Zi'ang had a very deep understanding due to Han Pengming's influence.
