Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 393

The people there breathed a sigh of relief, and their admiration for Old Master Fang grew.

"You're a magnanimous man, Old Master Fang. Your vision surpasses us."

"Indeed. The whole of Jiangbei belongs to the Fang family. What can possibly happen to Mr. Fang? Haha!"

"Your reputation precedes you, Old Master Fang. They'd probably be scared out of their wits once they hear your name. I won't be surprised if they're already on their knees apologizing to Young Master Fang now."

"Haha, it looks like our worries were for naught. Shall we prepare for the wedding banquet next?"

Fang Zhentian was very gratified by the flattery. Even though he had bootlickers surrounding him for the past forty years, he never grew tired of what they said.

If no one was around to shower him with flattery and sing his praises, how would the other people know that he was a great person?

"I guess everything should be settled by now," Fang Zhentian said.

As he had expected, he could see the family butler running from outside, screaming, "Old Master Fang! Old Master Fang!"

Fang Zhentian smiled and waved his hand. "Well, looks like Zhong is back here safe. Let's go into the house and prepare the banquet. We have a bride to welcome."

The bosses clapped and cheered while showering praises.

"You're wise indeed, Old Master Fang!"

"What an amazing show of influence! It didn't take them a few minutes to yield to your name!"

The butler seemed awkward. He said softly, "Old Master Fang, Young Master Fang Zhong is… crippled."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and silence pervaded the garden.

"Young Master Fang Zhong is crippled!" That word echoed in the people's minds like a lingering explosion.

The jovial atmosphere instantly became tense, as though the air had turned into ice.

Fang Zhong was brought back on a stretcher. There were two gaping holes on his knees, and the blood had dried on his pants. He wailed in agony as he lay there, and his face was pale like a ghost.

More shockingly, Fang Wanlin was also covered in blood and whip wounds…

Wait. What the…

Even Fang Wanlin was defeated! How could an active general with several thousand troops and Old Master Fang's Protector Dragon Ring be defeated?

The bosses gasped in shock. Seeing that things were about to go south, they quickly excused themselves, unwilling to be implicated in the imminent storm.

"Father…" Fang Wanlin said with his head lowered in embarrassment.

Fang Zhentian was furious. Even his fingertips were trembling. "Who did this? Who did this? How dare that person bully the Fang family! Who does he think I am?"

Everyone in the garden could sense a deadly presence emanating from Old Master Fang. It was the calm before the storm.