This night, the streets of Jiangzhou City were filled with a steady stream of cars, yet oddly, everything was calm.
A storm was brewing, and the wind was gathering force in the buildings.
Fu Lingxiang had stayed in Ye Xiao's courtyard all day, and even when Wang Hu's subordinates came to take Zhang Aiqing and his wife away, she did not step forward to stop them, only watching from afar as it all unfolded.
Compared to the people who would meet their demise tomorrow in the remote courtyard of the Zhang Family, these two were insignificant.
Besides, this was all the result of their own doing.
With Ye Xiao's capabilities now, if they hadn't come to him, he might not have even deigned to give them a glance.
As the night wind swept through, and the hall's clock pointed to twelve, New Year's Eve was upon them once again.
"Chen's team has already spread the message you mentioned; now, every martial artist in Jiangzhou City knows you're going to the Zhang Family tonight,"
