"I hope so."
Third Young Master Huang was not so reassured. Huang Ningxia was an extremely stubborn woman back in the day, and her son would probably not comply so easily.
"Master, Master! There's been trouble!"
Just then, someone ran in from outside, covering his face and said, "The Duanmu Family not only refuses to hand over that bastard, but they've also hit us.
Look, Master, my face is all swollen up."
"Damn it, the Duanmu Family is asking for a rebellion. Go call the four Young Masters."
Patriarch Zhao's face darkened. Since they would not come to him, they couldn't blame him for resorting to other methods.
Young Masters Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li all arrived, each in their thirties, and all young talents.
Trained in martial arts from a young age, their skills were formidable.
"Listen up, all four of you, gather our forces and head to the Duanmu Family. Demand that bastard to come and kneel before us. If he doesn't come, level the Duanmu Family to the ground."