Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 569

"I have no interest in knowing who your father is. But let me warn you if you don't apologize within three seconds, I'll send you to your ancestors!"

Yang Jingyu's voice was devoid of any emotion, his tone incredibly indifferent. It left no doubt that taking a life was as casual to him as squashing an ant.

In truth, for someone like Yang Jingyu, who had experienced numerous battles, it was the case.

Hu Jie's eye sockets twitched uncontrollably, and his previous arrogance vanished.

As soon as the words left Yang Jingyu's lips, a cold muzzle was pressed against Hu Jie's forehead, and a chilling countdown began, "Three, two, one!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was wrong, I'm a scum!"

Terrified, Hu Jie immediately dropped to his knees in front of Ye Qingrou's tombstone, apologizing profusely and begging for forgiveness.

He resembled a frightened little chick.

A hint of disdain flitted across Lu Wen's pretty face, clearly showing her contempt for Hu Jie's cowardice. She glanced at the bodyguards surrounding her and said, "Take care of it!"

A few bodyguards stepped forward aggressively, brandishing steel pipes, machetes, and various weapons.

However, before they could make a move, a group of a dozen men dressed in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They held black guns pointed directly at the heads of the bodyguards.

It was a covert arrangement by Yang Jingyu to protect themselves and their companions.

"Who are you?"

Lu Wen's face changed instantly, and her pupils contracted like needles.

The bodyguards were also filled with terror as they looked at the imposing figures dressed in black, their guns at the ready, not far away. Their gazes rested on Chu Feng's tall and upright figure.

They were not fools. Being protected by these iron-willed individuals who carried firearms, they knew that they were facing something far from ordinary.

As the events unfolded, the most chilling aspect was that throughout the entire altercation, Chu Feng remained calm and focused, attending to the weeds in front of the tombstone as if they were mere air. Not once did they catch a glimpse of Chu Feng's face.