A person like this absolutely can't be underestimated.
Otherwise, who knows when she'll rise again, making you fall into her trap.
"Alright!" Feng Zhenzhen took out a gun and pulled the trigger with her uninjured hand.
One shot, two shots, three shots... until the bullets ran out.
Sheng Ning glanced at Feng Xintong one last time, then led the group out. They walked about ten meters away when the gunshots stopped, followed by Feng Zhenzhen's hoarse, restrained sobbing.
"Let her cry for a bit." Housekeeper Xing said with a complex expression. He had long foreseen that after Mr. Feng's death, the Feng family would face a catastrophe — a foreseeable disaster executed by the family members themselves.
"What do we do with those expelled from the family?" Housekeeper Xing asked. "According to tradition, kill them all." When Mr. Feng became Family Head, he once initiated a bloodbath, turning the ancestral home in Shanghai Beach into a river of blood.
