Fang Zhenwu looked at Patriarch Chen silently and impatiently urged, "This is Mr. Ye's order. What, do you dare not release him today?"
Outside the exhibition hall, the tank's barrel was aimed directly at the lobby, the dark muzzle as if mirroring the heart of Patriarch Chen, sinking into a pitch-black abyss.
He finally took a deep breath and said, "Since it's Mr. Ye's intention, naturally my Chen Family has no reason to keep anyone here any longer. Qin Hao, you win."
After saying these last words, Patriarch Chen turned around and slowly walked away. His steps were dragging, his figure hunched and desolate.
Chen Yuanzhi slumped on the ground, watching his father's back. In an instant, shame, unwillingness, anger, and despair surged through his heart, making him unable to even cry.
Fang Zhenwu nodded slightly, then turned around and went straight to Qin Hao's side, gesturing please.
