Zhan Weicong got up from the ground, his eyes filled with anger.
If there were no secrets, why would the Xu Family send the four renowned blades to guard this manor?
"Hand over Young Master Long!" he shouted unwillingly.
"Huh?" Shadow Blade heard this, his gaze turning cold.
A flash of silver light.
The next moment, Zhan Weicong covered his thigh and fell to the ground, his facial muscles twisting in pain.
Blood flowed from the wound on his thigh, staining a large part of his pants red.
'Tap tap tap!'
"Weicong, for the sake of our many years of friendship. I will pretend today never happened." Xu Haoyin walked out from the doorway, crouched down in front of Zhan Weicong, and whispered, "However, if it happens again, you should be careful of your head."
"The Xu Family's dignity is not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry can touch."
"Also, the 300,000 taels of silver your father borrowed, tell him to repay it quickly..."
