Hans Zheng, with the air of a scholar, spoke with a hint of murderous resolve.
Neither servile nor arrogant.
Next—
Faye Zheng, Autumn Zheng...
One by one, the Zheng family members all stepped forward, standing beside Leon Zheng.
"You... Aren't any of you afraid of dying?"
The emissary from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan's face darkened, his tone thick with resentment.
His eyes flickered; beneath the brutality in his expression, there was also a trace of shock.
He had always believed that everyone in this world feared death.
Especially since he himself was from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan!
Ordinary people, seeing someone from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan, would usually kneel. Yet these Zhengs stood tall, facing death so boldly—it left him deeply unsettled.
This time, he had come from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan to find Joy Zheng.
The task had been assigned by someone inside the Upper-Grade Lin Clan.
But in truth, he didn’t have the guts to kill Joy Zheng and her family one by one.
If word of this got back to that figure inside the Upper-Grade Lin Clan, not only would his own fate be grim—even the one who assigned the task would suffer.
If that one got angry, no one could stop him.
But the current situation had left him in a real bind.
Was he really going to slaughter the entire Zheng family and drag Joy Zheng away?
He didn’t dare.
But he’d already made his threats.