Chapter 122: Set a Trap

"Who, who has harmed my son like this?"

That night, the brightly lit grand courtyard of the powerful family in Yan Capital was in chaos, as a middle-aged man with glasses perched on his nose was furiously enraged. He had taken up the position of Clan Leader less than a year ago and was in the throes of initiating his rule with stern actions.

Someone had dared to harm his youngest son, an act more severe than a slap to the face, a matter of life and death. Who indeed had the audacity to challenge the entire Wu Family, to challenge him, the newly appointed Grandmaster?

"My son, call out 'mom' just once," sobbed the plump woman in the hall, clutching the senseless Wu Gang. Her cries tore at the heavens, yet there was no response.

Wu Gang's current condition could no longer simply be described as senseless; it was vacant, as if only an empty shell remained. Even a simpleton slapped across the face might still know to cry out in pain, to show some reaction.