Chi Zhong looked at the man kneeling before him and kicked him hard.
"What nonsense are you shouting? Anything else can wait till after the ancestor-worship ritual."
Chi Zhong didn't care what was happening now; the ritual could not be interrupted.
The man who was kicked away, unwilling to give up, charged back yelling, "Family Head—uuuuu—"
The man screaming for attention was muffled by a guard who dragged him aside.
The dragged man initially struggled violently, but no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't break free from the guard's grip and, in an instant, his heart turned cold, and he stopped struggling.
Either way, it was a death; early or late, it was all the same.
If the Family Head was not worried, why should he be?
The man gave up, with the heartbroken resignation of utter despair.
If those things on the network were true, the Chi Family's death wouldn't be unjust; the evidence was so grisly it made his skin crawl. Had he really been helping such a family?
