As soon as the Fourth Elder of the Mu family finished speaking, Zhang Muchen, who was on the left, immediately said, "Did you hear what Fourth Elder Mu said? We'd rather kill the wrong person than let him off, understand?"
"Got it. We'd rather kill the wrong person than let him off!" The hundreds of disciples of the Zhang family replied in unison.
"Rascal, you even want to steal your father's limelight."
Patriarch Zhang, who had his lines snatched away, slapped the back of his second son's head angrily.
Zhang Muchen gritted his teeth. "Father, we agreed not to hit me on the head. Hit me again. If you hit me again, I won't give you anything good in the future!"
Patriarch Zhang, who had been threatened by his son, couldn't help but feel aggrieved. However, he didn't reach out to hit him anymore.
