"Hahaha!"
"Good! This is perfect!"
He Wanshan and his son, He Lei, were practically doubled over with laughter.
But when they calmed down and remembered He Zixing's current state, their expressions turned cold again.
"Mother, is there really no hope for Zixing's injuries?" He Lei asked, his face fraught with worry as tears streamed down his face.
Nong Cuiru's expression darkened. "Our only hope is Jiang Xinghai."
"In that case, we can't kill him yet."
He Wanshan looked utterly frustrated. "When he gets here, we'll subdue him first! We have to wait until at least Zixing has recovered..."
"That's why we must try courtesy before resorting to force." This was Nong Cuiru's plan as well.
"But what if he refuses our kindness?" He Lei was furious.
"As long as he dares to show up, everything will be easy to handle."
Just then, the Butcher's voice came from the shadows.
The three members of the He Family were overjoyed to hear him.
