Does the other party know that he is waiting for his eldest son to return?
"Boy, don't be arrogant, even if you are very strong, there are so many of us here, I don't believe I can't beat you!"
At this time, Zhao Yueming took a deep breath and shouted in a deep voice.
"Really?" Lu Yue responded coldly.
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand again and swept out an even more violent wind, sweeping towards the crowd on the right like a tornado.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The next moment, dozens of people were seen being thrown into the air, and fell to the ground one by one, either dead or maimed!
hiss!
Seeing this scene, everyone else's faces were filled with horror and they couldn't help but retreat.
Facing a strong person of this level, just relying on the number of people is meaningless. They can kill a large area with just one slap.
"What now?" Ling Hao said calmly again.
"Stop!" At this moment, a young man's voice came in from the door of the compound: "If you dare to come to my Zhao family and act recklessly, I want to see who it is!"
"Xiaojie!?" After hearing this voice, Zhao Yuehua's eyes widened as he was about to fall into despair.
The other Zhao family members also seemed to be grasping at straws, with a hint of joy on their faces.
"You came at the right time!" Ling Hao raised his lips, looked at Lu Yue, and then turned to look over.
There were two hundred people in the group, divided into two camps, led by two people, one middle school student and one young man.
The young man looks a lot like Zhao Jiahua. It is Zhao Jiajie, the eldest son of the Zhao family. He has short hair, strong muscles, sharp breath, and a haughty expression on his face!
Compared with that playboy Zhao Jiahua, Zhao Jiajie's overall level is obviously several orders of magnitude higher!
The hundreds of men following him also had the same expression of indifference, and there was a faint aura of chilling about them.
The other middle-aged man, who is under fifty years old, has good facial features, a strong body, and exudes a battlefield atmosphere.
Behind him were hundreds of men, all armed and looking serious.
"Dad!" Zhao Jiajie led the middle-aged man quickly to Zhao Jiahua and introduced: "This is Uncle Xiao!"
"Hello, Sir Xiao!" Zhao Jiahua stretched out his hand to say hello: "Thank you, Sir Xiao!"
"Master Zhao, you're welcome!" A man named Xiao Zhejun responded: "I just happened to be passing by Dongzhou, so I came to take a look."
"Dad, let's talk later!" Zhao Jiajie then looked at Ling Hao and said in a deep voice: "Did you force my brother to die?"
"Do you know why I chose to come to your door today?" Ling Hao asked calmly without answering his words.
"Hmph! Is this question important?" Zhao Jiajie said with a scornful expression: "If you dare to force my brother to death, you will never get out of here alive even if you have ten lives today!"
As he spoke, a murderous intent spread from his body, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Of course it's important!" Ling Hao smiled faintly: "Although you were not involved in that incident five years ago, some of the things you have done over the years are enough for you to die as an apology!"
"Bastard, are you looking for death? Do you know who we are?" A man in black behind Zhao Jiajie said angrily.
"This inexplicable boy dares to talk to Deacon Zhao like this. I think you are tired of living!"
"Are all the people in your imperial hall such a virtuous people?" Lu Yue looked at the other party coldly and said.
