Xiao Jinsen was so angry that he overturned the dining table in front of him.
He had never anticipated that Chen Hezhi and his son would die at Xiao Jinxing's hands so swiftly.
Indeed, he had never considered letting Chen Hezhi and his son live; their existence threatened him, and he feared the father and son might betray him. He had already secretly dispatched people to Yuzhou City, ready to kill the pair immediately upon receiving news of their capture by Xiao Jinxing. Little did he know Xiao Jinxing would deal with them like this!
To kill his own men or to have someone else kill them—though the outcome was death either way, it felt completely different!
Xiao Jinsen, accustomed to controlling everything in the palm of his hand for so many years, naturally felt extremely uncomfortable being led by the nose like this.
He wore a grim expression.
No one around him dared to utter a word.
All of them were tremblingly awaiting orders.
