"Brother Du, brother Du, please be merciful, please be merciful!" Zhao Weihu was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and kept pleading.
"It would be a sin to show mercy to you, a dirty father and son!" Du Jingyu hated Zhao Weihu's ruthlessness and ignored him at all. The shadow of his claws kept pressing down, causing Zhao Weihu's breath to vibrate, and blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Du, it was you who regretted your marriage first. We can't blame our father and son entirely for this, right?" Zhao Weihu said with a sad face.
"You still say that!?" Seeing that Zhao Weihu still defended himself, Du Jingyu was even more furious.
Seeing that Du Jingyu seemed to be really determined to kill him, Zhao Weihu hurriedly dealt with Yanshan and begged: "Gang leader, for the sake of the Three Saints who have been following you for many years, please plead with Brother Du on my behalf. This It was indeed my fault, why don't I apologize?"[
"Apologise? Can your gentle apology compensate for the harm caused to my precious daughter? You bastard, you are so courageous that you actually want to kidnap your beloved child. If I don't kill you, how can you relieve the hatred in my heart?" Du The more Jingyu talked, the angrier he became.
Fortunately, Qin Dong didn't want to kill him, but wanted to help him. If he really died in Qin Dong's hands, Du Xintong might not be able to be beaten by the father and son. Just thinking about it made Du Jingyu feel frightened.
"Gang leader, help me, gang leader, help me!" Zhao Weihu felt Du Jingyu's murderous intent increasing exponentially, and shouted desperately to Fu Yanshan.
Fu Yanshan didn't like Zhao Weihu very much, and he had heard about what their father and son had done. But after all, the Three Saints are the largest tribe under the Wanpeng Gang. In terms of power, they are not inferior to the four other clans. Especially in the current critical situation, Fu Yanshan has to rely on Zhao Weihu's power.
He sighed and said to Du Jingyu, "Jingyu, Xintong is fine after all. You have to be merciful and spare him this time."
"Thank you, gang leader! Thank you, gang leader!" Zhao Weihu hurriedly thanked Fu Yanshan.
Du Jingyu had to give Yanshan face. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he still took back his sharp claws and yelled, "Zhao Weihu, listen to me. From now on, we will never have any righteousness or righteousness between us." It has nothing to do with it! Don’t let me run into you again, otherwise you may not have such good luck next time!”
"Thank you, Brother Du. Thank you, Brother Du." Zhao Weihu almost escaped, his face was pale and covered with cold sweat. This could not help but make Fu Yanshan frown. In any case, Zhao Weihu was the patriarch of the Three Saint Clan and a very important figure in the heavens, but yet he was so greedy for life and fearful of death. It was really disdainful.
Fu Yanshan said in a deep voice, "Zhao Weihu, I have heard about what you and your son have done for a long time. I just think that you have made a contribution to the Wanpeng Gang and will not argue with you. But now you give me I listen carefully, there will never be such a cheap thing again in the future. If you and your son dare to act recklessly again and the news comes to my ears, I will never forgive you!"
"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand." Zhao Weihu was sweating and nodded hurriedly.
Fu Yanshan's mind turned and he said in a deep voice, "Because of the bad records of you and your son, I believe that you are no longer suitable to continue to be the patriarch of the Three Saints. After you return, you will immediately step down from the position of patriarch, and I will choose another one." A worthy successor.”
"Ah?" Fu Yanshan's decision made him feel no better than killing Zhao Weihu. Zhao Weihu was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at Fu Yanshan, unable to regain his composure for a long time...