"Ancient! Ancient One!!!"
Dong Mingcheng collapsed to the ground in terror.
His face was filled with panic and horror.
It was the existence of the Ancient One that had enabled the Dong Family to rank among the top three families of the provincial city's seven major clans.
Now that the Ancient One was dead, Dong Mingcheng could not imagine what would become of the Dong Family.
At this moment, Zhou Yu strode toward Dong Rui.
Though Dong Rui was not paralyzed by fear, he was nearly unable to walk from it.
He seemed to realize what Zhou Yu was about to do.
He let out a terrified plea for help.
"Uncle, Uncle, save me... "
Right then and there, he deeply regretted provoking Lv Fang—if only he hadn't.
Seeing that Zhou Yu had already reached him,
Dong Rui knelt down:
"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, I was wrong, I really was. Spare me, and I'll do anything you ask."
Zhou Yu's face was indifferent.
"No need, just be more careful in your next life."
