"Uncle San, how can you talk like that?" An injured man said with a pale face, looking at his uncle San with some strangeness.
The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "Cheng Jun, you are seriously injured! Take care of yourself first! You should know that if you are injured like this in here, you will almost certainly not be able to return alive."
“Uncle San, you…” Mu Chengjun looked at him in surprise.
"Am I wrong? It would be fine if you don't encounter danger. If you do, who do you think will protect you who can't walk?" He glanced at the people on the ground coldly and said, "That old guy took them to find the patriarch. Humph! I think he is taking them to die!"
Looking at the strange Third Uncle and the cold expression on his face, Mu Chengjun's eyes flickered and he asked, "Third Uncle, you are the one who recommended the Patriarch, right?"
"What nonsense!" He glanced at him fiercely, raised his sleeve, and swung it out, slapping the man so hard that half of his face became swollen.
"puff!"
He was already injured, and after being slapped again, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Chengjun!"
"Chengjun!"
"Third Master, how could you possibly do that to Cheng Jun! He's your own nephew!"
"Heh!" The middle-aged man swept his cold eyes over them and said, "Nephew? Would a nephew slander his uncle?" He squinted at them, looked at the night, glanced at the few people standing aside without saying a word, and said, "They can't come back. Do you plan to go with me? Or stay?"
Hearing this, the seven or eight people looked at each other, and one of them asked, "Third Master, where are Cheng Jun and the others?"
"Them? Ha! Let them fend for themselves here! Let them wait for that old man to come back and take them away!"
Hearing this, those people couldn't help but shudder. If they had doubts before, now they can be sure that the head of the family must have been pushed out by the Third Master.
Thinking of this, they looked at each other and hesitated for a moment. One of them said, "Third Master, I think we should stay and guard Cheng Jun and the others. They have no fighting power now. If we all leave, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to survive."
"Yes, Third Master, we have to stay." Several others also spoke up.
"Hmph! You ungrateful people. Fine! You can stay if you want! I want to see how you guys can survive in here!" He flicked his sleeves in annoyance, walked away in the opposite direction, and disappeared into the night in a few flashes.
After seeing him leave, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. One of them hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you think that the head of the family was really killed by the Third Master?"
"His attitude before and after is so different. I think it is very likely that he did it secretly." Another person also said.
"Chengjun, Chengjun, how are you?" A man stepped forward quickly and helped Mu Chengjun who had fallen to the ground.
"I'm fine." He said with a pale face and beads of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.
"Do you think the Third Elder and his men can find the Patriarch and the eldest son?"