Zhao Family Castle, inside a room, Wei Tiangong and a few others sat around a table, while a woman was speaking softly to the side.
As they listened, anger appeared on their faces.
"Those bastards!"
Wei Tianyuan's eyes blazed with fury as he said, "We work so hard for them, and they dare to lay a hand on our sister-in-law? Are they even human? I'll go fight them!"
"Don't be impulsive!"
"Tianyuan, calm down!"
"Tianyuan!"
The others were startled and quickly pulled him back.
What a joke, with just a few of them, how could they fight Zhao Da?
The latter was a late-stage martial artist of the Muscle Refining Stage, who could easily draw a bow weighing hundreds of pounds.
As for them, the strongest among them was only at the First Layer of Body Tempering, and they had been starving for days, not much stronger than ordinary people.
"Tianyuan, don't be impulsive."
Wei Tiangong shook his head, his brows knitted together.
