169, Lay one's cards on the table

"Kill them all."

Mr. Feng's casually uttered words under the cloak of nightfall determined the fate of everyone present.

In the dimly lit Feiyun Garden, Chen Ji's gaze silently swept across the faces of Zhang Zhuo, Old Yao, Zhang Xia, She Dengke, and others, before his peripheral vision settled on Mr. Feng.

Chen Ji gripped the handle of his knife tightly, the palm sweat soaking the black cloth wrapped around it, as his tense breath echoed within the mask.

How to break the game?

No matter how Chen Ji thought, he felt there was no way out.

The next moment, Chen Wenzong suddenly grabbed Chen Liqin, "Father, we cannot leave!"

Mr. Feng paused before turning around at the doorway, "Oh?"

Chen Wenzong looked at Mr. Feng, "Release these people, and my father will write the denunciation letter you want!"

Mr. Feng laughed out loud, "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me? Someone, cut off his brother's arm."