After Ye Yunfeng finished speaking, the expression on everyone's face changed. Xu Ke's pupils shrank. Even Chen Xiong and Wang Wu, who had dealt with the Ye Family elders the most and disliked them, couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for the fall of a peer.
Ye Taiqing, in particular, felt a bone-chilling cold spread from within his body as he stared at Ye Yunfeng's smiling face, as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar. His lips trembled. He still couldn't believe the judgment his heart had just made.
"Them... what did you do to them?"
Ye Yunfeng's reply was casual, devoid of hesitation, the smile never leaving his face. "I killed them, of course. Is that even a question?"
He answered so readily, as if the people he killed weren't his own father, his own uncles, or his own brothers.
Xu Ke's expression darkened. But he wasn't surprised. If the man could murder his own son without a second thought, what were uncles and brothers to him?
