"..."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Zhonglin stood at the top of the skyscraper.
In front of him was the floor-to-ceiling window that Zhao Zhonghai had shattered and recently repaired.
Below the skyscraper, many people over sixty because of the numerous incidents in the capital.
In the eyes of ordinary people, these were merely some old gentlemen.
But, they were the Martial Artists of the Zhao Family, most of whom were in the Qi Refinement Realm, with a few revered elders among them.
The estate in the suburban area of the capital had not yet been taken; this skyscraper could be said to be the foundation of the Zhao Family, needing their protection.
To this end, these people had no complaints, obeying the family's dispatch, taking turns guarding below the skyscraper, protecting the younger Zhous cultivating in the rooms above.
"Family Head... your heart, truly cold..."
Zhao Zhonglin was silent for a long time before he sighed softly.
