Chu Feilong looked into Chu Yang's eyes. They were as calm as snow, smiling like a spring breeze, and looking back at Chu Feilong quietly. Chu Yang wasn't affected by the atmosphere of the hall at all, and from his eyes, he was seemingly saying: If you don't kill them, I'll kill your sons. Don't worry, I absolutely dare to do so!
Chu Feilong clearly discovered that there was a brazen sense of fierceness and cruelty, like a scavenger in a desert, deep down Chu Yang's eyes.
It was obviously a horrible and immutable intent of killing people!
The duo remained in the stalemate for a long time.
Suddenly, Chu Yang smiled. He turned his head around and said softly, "I don't have any ideas… Argh, second uncle, you're so hesitant… I also feel sorry for you. I'll go back to sleep now…"
Chu Feilong's wife wailed at one side, "Feilong~~~For the sake of our sons, you…"
