"hiss……"

The old marquis grimaced and groaned; Deng Hongyi had indeed used considerable force, squeezing him so hard it hurt.

Before she could even ask a question, she was met with a pair of cold, unfathomable eyes.

As if being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast, the old Marquis suddenly shuddered.

Something's not right!

Even if the son doesn't outwardly show favoritism, when a murder occurs, the person should still be arrested and imprisoned first.

He doesn't care how the case is investigated or how the crime is judged. He's done his job by taking the person down. The Nine Gates can't use those dirty tricks to threaten him anymore.

But the son brushed the matter off lightly, and now he's even issuing a stern warning...

For a moment, the old marquis forgot the pain in his hand and stood there stunned.

Deng Hongyi then looked at the head of the God of Wealth in the wheelchair and spoke softly:

"You are the aggrieved party. If you have any grievances, you can file a complaint with the Jingzhao Prefecture tomorrow."

After saying that, she grabbed her father's arm and dragged him outside.

The God of Wealth narrowed his eyes; things were more serious than he had imagined.

"Wait!" Gone was her previous composure; her gaze toward Deng Hongyi was now filled with coercion.

"The prefect's judgment is probably unfair. Our Nine Gates are not a place to be bullied!"

This statement has two meanings: one is about the enemy, and the other is about the threat posed to Marquis Bowang.

He was telling the other party that he didn't mind a fight to the death!

Deng Hongyi stopped, naturally understanding the threat implied in those words.

He glanced back coldly, his expression unmoved.

"I told you, if you're not satisfied, go to the Jingzhao Prefecture to file a complaint."

With that, she flicked her sleeves, grabbed her father, and strode away!