"What do you think you're doing?!"
Leon Zheng's breathing sped up. He stared coldly at Evan Lin in front of him, the sharp scent of blood in his nose pricking at his nerves.
"I've already returned my blood to you. From now on, the Zheng family and I have nothing to do with each other. Starting today, if my mom suffers even the slightest grievance from you—"
"Every last one of you will die."
Evan Lin's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about the blood streaming down his arm.
Those last three words, Evan Lin spoke in a low, continuous whisper—only Leon Zheng could hear them.
Hearing this, Leon Zheng's face changed rapidly. Evan Lin gripped his throat and lifted him right out of his seat—he couldn't even breathe!
"We're all family here, so let's not make things so ugly. Why don't we just let this go today?"
Claire Zheng couldn't sit still any longer; she stood up, trying to smooth things over.
"Let it go? How is that fair? Is my daughter supposed to just get beaten for nothing?" Gavin Pan glared, still shaken by Evan Lin but stubbornly refusing to back down.