Zhu Wuneng trembled all over, even feeling somewhat relieved.
The other family heads were going completely mad.
Shocked, furious, and scared.
But seeing that even Xu Xian had died.
Suddenly, they felt only fear.
The young master of the Black Iron Aristocrats, on his first visit to Xiongcheng City, ended up losing his life here; what were they then?
Nothing but unlucky!
If it had been someone else, they might have been able to contend.
But crossing Yama Hall, their families could go bankrupt and close down within minutes.
"Make each of them leave ten million as compensation, then scram!"
A voice came from inside.
It was young, but filled with deterrence.
"Heard that?"
Chen Yigeng said coldly.
"We will pay, we will pay!"
Their sons were killed, and they had to pay compensation, but they did not dare to rebut or refuse.
Each of them paid ten million in compensation and then left with their tails between their legs, taking their corpses with them.