Before leaving, Chu Zhenghong left a notebook to Mr. Han.

"Mr. Han, if one day a miracle happens, my son Xiaofan will come back alive."

"Remember, give this note to him."

"I have nothing to give him, only this note, which records my life's hard work. Maybe it can be of some use to him."

"Also, tell him, I am my father, I am sorry for him."

"She's right, I'm not worthy to be his father."

"When I was young, I failed to protect them. Ten years later, I still failed to protect them."

Under the dark night, the cold wind blows thousands of fallen leaves, and also blows up the sleeves of men, making a sound of hunting.

Old Han's eyes were red, and just like that, he stared at the tall figure and slowly disappeared into the night.

On the way to leave, Chu Zhenghong naturally couldn't avoid the obstruction of the strong members of the Chu family.

But how can they stop the man's footsteps?

Between the mountain gates, men walked with strides, each with a sword, breaking through thousands of shackles.

Outside the house, there is a mess everywhere.

Those strong men who tried to stop Chu Zhenghong were all injured by him and lay down on the ground.

However, when Chu Zhenghong stepped into the house, in the depths of the night, the old man, whom he thought to be an old man, quietly appeared like a ghost.

This person is dressed plainly and has a restrained aura.

Standing there, just like an ordinary person, not attracting attention.

However, the moment this person appeared, all the people present showed fear and respect.

Even Chu Zhenghong himself had a bit more seriousness and fear in his expression.

"Old Xuan, even you want to block me?"

The man raised his head, and his deep voice sounded quietly under the dark night.

The old man didn't answer, after a moment of silence, he just asked lightly: "Patriarch, I don't know what to do here?"

"Crush Ling Xiao!"

The man's words were decisive and firm, sonorous and forceful.

"If you go there or not?" the old man asked again.

"I'll never come back!"

The majestic voice quietly echoed under the night.

Hearing this, the old man finally turned sideways and got out of the way.

The man clasped his fists in thanks, raised his knife and left. Soon, it disappeared into the night.

"Old Xuan, why did you let him go?" JrNovels.com