"Crack!"
A sudden sound echoed in the quiet room.
A square-faced man crushed the phone in his hand, rage erupting from his eyes.
Song Hailong, a calculating schemer, thought that a simple phone call could dissipate his anger and save his life once he reached the Song Family Castle?
Not a chance!
If his brother was truly dead, then everyone in the Song Family Castle would be buried with him!
With this thought, he lifted his head and shouted towards the outside.
"Someone, come!"
The moment he finished speaking, a respectful voice was heard from outside the door.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Gather everyone and assemble in the courtyard with weapons."
"Understood."
In less than a minute, six men were standing in the courtyard, among them was Qin Ye, who had met Chen Fan once before.
The six of them looked ahead with anticipation in their eyes.
Soon, the sound of footsteps approached, and Guan Dehua stepped out.