c97: Was The Game Not Fun Anymore, Or Was The Alcohol Not Nice?

After seeing Principal Yu and the school leaders off, Wang Shengguo stood at the door, a lot of emotions brewing inside him.

“Why are you standing here in a daze looking as though you can die without any regrets?”

Li Xiumei popped her head out from his back and looked at him curiously.

The atmosphere was destroyed in an instant.

“I…” Wang Shengguo took a deep breath. In the end, he didn’t say anything. He just walked into the living room in frustration.

He saw Wang Teng examining the rewards on the table.

He exclaimed, “These are not ordinary items at all. It looks like your principal put in a lot of effort this time.”

“If our son was not outstanding enough, why would they gift him these precious items?” Li Xiumei said proudly.

Wang Teng ignored his parents’ boasting. As their son, he felt that he shouldn’t cruelly deprive them of the only joy left in their lives.

He looked at the three items in front of him, especially the dark ice stone in the box. Principal Yu said that it was extremely precious, but he didn’t have an exact idea of its value.

It looks like I have to find some time to research it or ask someone who knows about it.

Wang Teng kept the black stone.

The family of three could finally sit down and have their meal.

At the same time, in Jiang City, the news that the Iron Fist Clan was annihilated couldn’t stay hidden anymore.

The members of the Iron Fist Clan who were out to do business had gotten lucky and managed to escape the ordeal. When they returned to their headquarters, they noticed that the main entrance was wide open and the entire building was dead silent.

Then, they saw the scene that they would never be able to remove from their memory.

Gruesome!

Corpses covered the entire floor with a fearful expression on their faces; they didn’t die peacefully.

The fortunate survivors were scared out of their wits.

Some people wanted to look at the surveillance footage to find out what happened, but all the cameras were destroyed. No evidence was life behind.

All the cash and expensive items had disappeared.

The Iron Fist Clan was left with an empty shell.

“That hostage was saved by someone. Could it be someone from his side?” a person suddenly said.

“Whether it is or not, all the advanced stage martial disciples in the headquarters have been killed. Do you think we can regain our previous standing just by ourselves?” another person trembled with fear and said.

“Also, the news that the Iron Fist Clan has been annihilated will spread soon. Our enemies won’t let us go so easily.”

“Where are those people from Capital Xia? They have a martial warrior among them. If it’s really done by the hostage’s men, the plight of our Iron Fist Clan is all caused by them.”

“Are you planning to find them for revenge?” Someone sneered.

“Let’s disperse. The Iron Fist Clan no longer exists…” someone said weakly.

Everyone’s gazes landed on that guy. He laughed awkwardly and said, “I’m just making a casual suggestion. Don’t look at me.”

“Let’s disperse.”

“Right, let’s disperse.”

“Goodbye, everyone. I hope that I won’t see any of you again in the future…”

Everyone scattered in an instant. They left without showing any signs of hesitation. Only the person who came up with the suggestion was left standing on the spot in a daze.

“The Iron Fist Clan is gone.”

In a hotel’s luxurious presidential suite in Jiang City, a man spoke.

In front of this middle-aged man, a twenty years old young man with short hair was sitting on a chair. He was wearing a bathrobe and swirling the wine glass in his hand.

The red wine in the glass spun lightly. The young man said calmly, “Oh?”

“I made a trip personally. Almost everyone was killed with a single blow, including the advanced stage martial disciples.

“The boss of the Iron Fist Clan is also gone. However, there are burnt marks found at the scene,” the middle-aged man continued.

“Martial warrior?

“Fire element martial warrior?”

The young man raised his eyebrows. He finished the red wine in his hand in a single gulp.

“That is my guess too,” the middle-aged man nodded and replied.

“Pfft, let’s go back to Capital Xia. Let other people take care of these miscellaneous things. I’m irritated.” The young man stretched his back and scoffed.

“Aren’t you… going to act?” The middle-aged man asked.

“I said that I’m going back to Capital Xia!” the young man said coldly.