Sitting in the main hall, Xu Fan watched the execution of Zhou Zidong with detachment.
"Take him away."
As Zhou Zidong fainted from screaming, Xu Fan waved his hand, signalling for people to carry Zhou Zidong out.
"Clan Leader Zhou, thank you for your cooperation."
The man still lacked maturity compared to his grandfather Zhou Dasheng—there was a world of difference.
For the benefit of the whole family, to personally break Zhou Zidong's legs, this ruthlessness wasn't something ordinary people could compare to.
"Mr. Xu is too polite,"
Zhou Dasheng replied with difficulty.
Today's affairs were by no means glorious, and he could no longer smile.
Towards this young man, he certainly harbored resentment, yet, at the same time, he also felt admiration.
"Heroes emerge from youths," this saying really wasn't wrong. His decisiveness and ferocity today not only shook his own Zhou Family but the entire Shanghai.
