After all, that kid Qian Dingguo has studied abroad. If the grass is not uprooted, they will still have to worry every day about him coming back for revenge, living in constant paranoia is not good.
At this moment, Qian Feng is lying on the ground, his leg already blown off, a bloody mess, his face pale, his entire body trembling with pain.
How long has it been since he suffered such a severe injury?
Damn it, where did these people get such powerful weapons from?
Qian Feng's heart was filled with immense hatred. The army in Chun City was his to begin with, what's wrong with passing it on to his son? How dare this group of people rebel?
Qian Feng glanced at the secret passage. Earlier, his trusted aide had already escaped with his wife, hoping they could find Dingguo.
As long as Dingguo is safe, there will still be a chance in the future, even if he dies, his son will avenge him.
He can only blame himself for not understanding Zhang Ji's background clearly.
