Lin Chen looked at Zhou Daoyuan with a calm expression, "Have you decided, to kill or not to kill?"
Zhou Daoyuan forced a smile, "Friend Lin, Uncle Tian Lin has lost his son and is out of control. Please be understanding. Today it is also inconvenient to keep you any longer, please return home."
Lin Chen glanced at Zhou Tianlin, whose face was ashen and who remained silent. He calmly said, "I can understand the pain of losing a son, but that is limited to today. If, in the future, you wish to seek vengeance for your son and attack me again, that's fine. We can just settle it then. After all, every debt has its debtor, and no one can escape."
Zhou Daoyuan wanted to say something but stopped himself. He wished to make a statement, but he couldn't represent Zhou Tianlin, let alone the mother of Zhou Daocang – that woman was not simple.
