"He is the son of an old friend of mine; please give me face," Daoist Yimu said with a smile.
Zheng Jun's eyes were fixed on Daoist Yimu's face, trying to discern the truth of his words, when he suddenly said in a collected voice, "Yimu, although we have some friendship, I will believe that he is your old friend's son. But my son was killed by him, on what ground do you think I should let him go? Who will compensate for my son's life?"
"Zheng Jun, the ins and outs of this matter are now widely known, and everyone already knows that it was your son who betrayed them first, causing the entire operation squad to fail. Out of a group of eleven, only four returned. Your son's life for those seven, he doesn't owe any debts," Daoist Yimu said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun glared at Daoist Yimu with fury in his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Yimu, we have some friendship, but you've gone too far in the Zheng family."
