Xu Fan's gaze fixed downward, and the bandit Zhou slowly lifted his head.
Their eyes met in a straight line, and as he looked into those pupils that remained calm as an ancient well, a few ripples emerged in the bandit Zhou's heart.
He didn't quite understand Xu Fan's decision at this moment.
In the Zhou Family, everyone's courage had already crumbled under his fierce momentum. Even if he insisted on continuing the fight, there was no need for Xu Fan to take action; his own descendants would be the first to block him, preventing him from doing what they considered a foolish act.
"Why?"
The bandit Zhou looked at Xu Fan and asked lightly.
A smile appeared on Xu Fan's lips as he replied, "There isn't a 'why'—it's simply that I, Xu Fan, respect you as a real man."
"Even in old age, you, the bandit Zhou, are still a man."
"A man..."
This word made the bandit Zhou laugh at himself with a trace of self-mockery. He shook his head, feeling ludicrous.