“Brother Zhao!”
“Zhao Feng!”
The group of 4 exclaimed in joy.
Zhao Feng stood at the top of a big tree and he had shot two arrows with his Golden Stairs Bow to kill one of the deputys.
With one deputy down, the 4 could successfully run away.
“Kid! Didn’t you already run away? And how did you not get detected?”
The family head reacted and glared at Zhao Feng.
Huang Yun and co. were all curious as well.
Zhao Feng had entered the forest before to catch the enemy, but he had suddenly disappeared.
“Detected? By their not-even-beginner-level arrays?”
Zhao Feng laughed coldly and threw out a bag.
From the bag rolled out three bloody heads.
“My sons!”
Xing Chen was extremely sad and angry as he stared with Zhao Feng with bone-chilling eyes.
Huang Yun looked at what came out of the bag and found out that the 3 heads were familiar. One of them was the butler, while the other two were the young masters.
