Chapter 824 A Parent’s Heart Is Always Soft

• Inside the hall, Situ An’s screams wouldn’t stop. He clutched his legs, blood streaming, his face going white as a sheet.
• He might carry the title of young master, but he’d never lived through the old-school underworld stuff his father had. All these years he’d strutted around under Situ Sheng and the South Hongmen banner, throwing his weight around and preying on the weak. He’d never been humiliated like this. His soul felt like it was about to jump out of his body.
• His few lackeys were petrified too. They shrank into a corner, shuddering, staring at Yulian—cool as a breeze—and didn’t even dare breathe.