Shen Yanchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze settling impassively on Han Yao.
Meanwhile, a horrified Han Tong roared without a second thought, "You wretched boy! What nonsense are you spouting!"
His heart pounded like a war drum, threatening to leap from his chest. 'If Han Yao really spills everything, he'll drag us all down! We'll be utterly finished!'
Han Yao, however, seemed to have gone completely mad. He screamed hoarsely at Han Tong, "Father, it's already come to this! How can you still not understand!?"
'Others are dead set on destroying us, so why should we hold back!?'
'Death would be a release. The real fear is dying a pathetic, cowardly death!'
'Ye Heng's actions had already pushed him over the edge! Even if I die, I'm taking Ye Heng with me!'
Han Tong's scalp prickled with terror. He took a step forward, about to clamp a hand over his son's mouth.
But the person behind him was faster.
