He took out a folded white paper from his arms and handed it to Wen Zhong: "Zhu Chi was killed by your men..."
"Ah? Are you kidding, Second Uncle?"
"My men are not that stupid. Who dares to kill Zhu Chi?"
Wen Zhong became even more panicked, and his anger was instantly swallowed up by the sudden fear.
Sweat was pouring down his fat face. He took the folded white paper from the old man and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is this?"
The old man shook his head and sighed: "Look for yourself, the young master of the Zhu family has announced to the public that he will fight to the death with our Wen family."
"What?"
Wen Zhong hurriedly opened the note and read its contents, then collapsed to the ground again.
He kept muttering, "It's over, it's over. Our Wen family is going to be destroyed... The Wen family is really going to be destroyed in my hands."
His eyes darted around, searching for a strategy to survive: "No! It was Zhu Chi who killed Han Qiao first. It's not my Wen family's fault!"
"Yes! Zhu Chi should be damned!"
Seeing Wen Zhong's crazy look, the Third Uncle was so angry that he knocked the ground with his cane and said unhappily:
"Xiao Zhong! Don't be so naive. Zhu Chi killing your daughter is their own business. But the Wen family killing Zhu Chi is different! You should know this truth, right?"
Wen Zhong looked worried and nodded repeatedly: "Yes...Yes. What should we do then?"
"Who killed him? Hurry up and capture him. I'll hand him over to the Zhu family and ask for mercy. Maybe there's a glimmer of hope."
"The moment I got the news, I sent people to capture him. Unfortunately, after killing Zhu Chi, he disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated from this world." said the old man.
The words of his second uncle completely crushed Wen Zhong's last hope, and he burst into tears like a child.
With snot flying into his mouth, he grabbed his second uncle's old leg tightly and begged, "Second uncle, save me!"
"No! It doesn't matter if I die, please save my Wen family!"
The second uncle was almost knocked to the ground by Wen Zhong, and he blamed him bitterly:
"Humph! Ask your subordinates how many calls you have received. They are sleeping like dead pigs. The Wen family has been completely destroyed in your hands."
"Is there really nothing we can do now?"
There was no light in Wen Zhong's eyes, and he leaned against the bed.
Looking at the Wen family members gathered outside the door, each of them covering their faces and crying, his heart was filled with despair.
His sons were of no use at this critical moment.
The eldest son and his two younger brothers surrounded Wen Wanyu.
"Wanyu, big brother knows that you have been close to Zhu Mo since childhood. For the sake of the Wen family, can you go to the Zhu family and beg him as soon as possible?"
"Little sister, are you going to watch the Wen family being killed by Zhu Mo? Are you willing to let your father, your mother, and your brothers die in his hands?"
"Why the hell, say something? Why are you crying? How could the Wen family have a loser like you?"
Faced with her brothers' chattering, hot tears flowed from Wen Wanyu's eyes.
Wen Zhong couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he angrily stepped forward and pushed his useless sons away.
He slapped the eldest brother hard in the face, pointed at him and said fiercely: "You are such a leader? What else can you do besides blaming your sister?"
"I... I am also doing this for the Wen family. You don't know that I heard from a brother of the Zhu family that Zhu Mo has issued a death order to kill any member of the Wen family he sees..."
"Shut up!" Wen Zhong slapped him hard on the face again and sighed: "Don't worry about it, I'm going to Zhu's house now."
"Butler Liu, prepare clothes for me." He said to Butler Liu indifferently.
He was much calmer at this moment, because he knew that if he panicked now, the Wen family would be completely finished.
"At worst, I can give him my life. Isn't my life worth Zhu Chi's life?"
"Xiao Zhong, I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet."
At this time, the second uncle Wen Ting, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward and stopped Wen Zhong who was about to go to Zhu's house.
"Don't you know why Zhu Mo is so anxious to kill us all?"
"Isn't it because of Zhu Chi?" Wen Zhong asked doubtfully.
Wen Ting laughed, pointed at Wen Zhong and shook his head:
"So how did you become the head of the family? As the youngest head of the Zhu family who defeated Zhu Qing and Zhu Chi, if you only have this vision, you probably can't beat your two brothers."
"Revenge for Zhu Chi is one thing, but the most important thing is that he wants to be the sole overlord of Tianjing City. Although our Wen family is not as good as the Zhu family, it is not so easy to completely wipe them out."
After hearing Wen Ting's words, Wen Zhong hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Will he forgive us if we take the initiative to leave Tianjing City?"
Wen Ting looked embarrassed: "I don't know about this either..."
"How about I go meet him for you, old man. I'm quite familiar with the old men in the Zhu family, so he shouldn't make things difficult for me."
Seeing Wen Ting's awe-inspiring look, Wen Zhong grabbed him like a life-saving straw and thanked him repeatedly: "Second Uncle, I'm really sorry to trouble you. The survival of the Wen family is in your hands."
"We will agree to whatever conditions they offer... So, I will hand over the Wen family's strongest fighters to you and let them protect your safety."
In Wen Zhong's eyes, Wen Ting was so great at this moment that he was simply the savior of the Wen family.
With a pretentious smile and a casual wave of his hand, Wen Ting said calmly, "No need, I can go to the banquet alone. I will go to find Zhu Mo after their funeral tomorrow."
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