"Hmph, old man, what are you still dawdling for? Are you feeling cowardly? Don't waste time, get on with it!
Kill all these Du Family members, and won't all their wealth simply fall into our hands?" Ding Chenguang's brows were tightly knitted together in a deep knot, his face a mask of interwoven impatience and contempt. His gaze swept coldly and maliciously over every single member of the Du Family like a sharp blade, as though he were appraising a group of lowly ants that he could mercilessly crush beneath his heel at any moment.
His tone dripped with disdain for the Du Family, every word squeezed out from between his teeth like jagged shards of ice, carrying a bone-chilling malice. The old man's expression grew increasingly gloomy, resembling the thick, black storm clouds that accumulated and darkened across the sky before a torrential downpour—so inky and heavy that they seemed capable of dripping ink, pressing down with such oppressive weight that the surrounding air grew viscous and stifling, as though trapped within a dark prison. He let out a cold snort from his nose, the sound resembling an icy wind in the dead of winter that lashed painfully at people's faces: "Fine, do it!"
Chapter 109