Pan Hong staggered back several steps and crashed into the dining table. He panted heavily, glaring daggers at Chen Yang. "You… you won't even spare my family?"
Chen Yang's calm gaze fell upon him.
Pan Hong, his insides burning with agony, pleaded, "Yangzi, for Ren Tong's sake, could you spare the Pan Family just this once?"
"I can't," Chen shook his head.
In truth, he had already given them a chance. After Pan Yang and Pan Haizhuo had arrived, if they had shown even a hint of integrity—not even needing to take a side, just standing in the middle and speaking a single fair word—Chen Yang would not have considered annihilating their entire family.
After all, the crime lay with Pan Xue.
But who would have thought the Pan Family was a nest of vipers, all acting in cahoots and reveling in oppressing others with their power.
Given the circumstances, Chen Yang could only eliminate them, which he considered pest removal for the Martial Department.
