After doing all this, Zhao Zongxi took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Zheng, and said, "Mr. Xiao, I have made my choice, can you now spare our Zhao Family?"
Xiao Zheng nodded slightly, he, too, had not expected Zhao Zongxi to be so decisive—killing his own son without hesitation.
The Evil God naturally kept his word.
Xiao Zheng smiled faintly and then said, "Very well, you may leave."
Hearing this, Zhao Zongxi seemed to age ten years in an instant, his body stooped as he turned and walked towards the exit.
The thugs he had brought with him cleared a path for Zhao Zongxi to leave the place. These thugs were still in shock; Xiao Zheng's actions were incredibly domineering!
That was Zhao Zongxi, one of the most powerful people in Zhonghai, but under Xiao Zheng's hand, he was like a boneless dog, utterly powerless to resist, forced to kill his own son.