Everyone's hearts had plummeted to the abyss.
They were waiting for clarification from the Zhou Family.
Unfortunately, there was still none.
Zhou Shangkun sat in a private room of the hotel, his wine glass empty for a long time, yet he still held it, forgetting to put it down on the table.
He could not accept this cruel reality at all.
Suddenly, he grabbed Zhou Fu by the collar and roared, "Are you fabricating stories for me? Just one person! Just one person destroyed over a thousand of my good men, have you been brainwashed by someone?
How could such a thing happen!"
How could he possibly believe this?
The people from North Port were much stronger than those from Southern Port, not only boasting more Great Grandmasters, but even a terrifying presence near that of a lord.
For the Xiao Family members to travel from Southern Port to North Port and annihilate everyone there was utterly a fantasy, simply absurd and laughable.
Does such a master really exist in this world?
