Zheng Yuan thought of this and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Staring at Chen Dashan, he was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he collapsed back onto the ground, with several of his followers frozen in place.
The atmosphere in the room was eerie.
Nobody spoke.
"I... I, I didn't recognize the great one before me. Boss, please spare me this once!"
Zheng Yuan struggled to speak, looking up at Chen Dashan, stammering, so frightened that his lips trembled uncontrollably, almost wetting himself.
Heir of the Liu Family, son-in-law of Liu Yishou, it was said that Deng Biao was beaten to death by this same man.
Deng Biao had always been an unattainable figure in their eyes, and to think he was said to be dead by this man, made him seem even more terrifying.
"Was it that hand of yours that hit someone just now?"
Chen Dashan spoke indifferently.
He then turned to Zhou Xueqin and said, "You dared to lay a finger on my woman, I wonder how many guts you've grown!"
