Upon hearing Feng Shaofeng's shout, Shen Wansan hesitated for a moment. He frowned, looking at Feng Shaofeng with suspicion, and said, "Young Master Feng, I think you've really been brainwashed by this Fang Han to blindly believe that he's some kind of top expert. He's just a greenhorn; what real skills could he possibly have?"

"Patriarch, this...this head...it looks like it belongs to the Feng family patriarch..."

One of the Shen family's experts mustered his courage and walked to the head that had rolled out of the box. He squatted down and examined it carefully for a few moments. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he screamed in terror, his voice filled with disbelief and fear.

"How is this possible? How could this head belong to the Feng family patriarch? You blind brat, be careful Young Master Feng might kill you right now."

Shen Wansan, however, did not believe his subordinates' words.

Feng Shaofeng immediately ran to the head.

"Ancestor...this really is the ancestor's head!"

The next moment, Feng Shaofeng exclaimed in surprise. He fell to the ground and sighed, "Ancestor, you didn't listen to my advice. I knew this would be the end for you when you were dealing with Mr. Fang."

"Young Master Feng, is this really your ancestor's head?"

Shen Wansan's heart pounded with fear.

If Fang Han could really kill the Feng family patriarch, then destroying the Shen family would be a piece of cake.

You should know that he had already offended Fang Han by saying that he would capture Fang Han and hand him over to the Feng family.

"Shen Wansan, he is my ancestor, how could I be wrong about him?"

Feng Shaofeng sighed.

Seeing this scene, Wang Muxue felt a sense of exhilaration.

Because if it weren't for the Feng family patriarch forcing the Wang family to seek revenge against Fang Han, his father, Wang Changlong, wouldn't have died.