Each of his thumb rings was worth around a million. That meant the jewelry on his hands alone was worth ten million. His clothes were undoubtedly of similar, exorbitant value.
A group of people followed the young master. Two of them were clearly experts, their Combat Power no less than the bald man's. The others were all dressed in blue uniforms with their insignias concealed, obviously wanting to avoid being recognized.
"Who in the world are you?" Chen Guoyuan asked with a furrowed brow, shielding Chen Xingye behind him. "The Chen Family has not offended you. Why did you arrive and immediately kill someone?"
"Heh. Family Head Chen, you've got some courage. Not bad, still being able to speak after witnessing that bald man's Combat Power." The young master smiled as he sat down in a chair. "Family Head Chen," he said lightly, "the survival of the Chen Family rests on a single thought from you. You had better think carefully before you answer my question."
