There were many people with high status in Man City.
When they saw Yan Zhen surrounding the entire banquet hall, they all expressed their dissatisfaction.
"Yan Zhen, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to ruin your family's Hunting Festival?" A pot-bellied Marquis stood up and questioned Yan Zhen.
"I'm just asking everyone to stay for a while. When I find out the truth, I will let everyone go," Yan Zhen said.
"The Hunting Festival is supposed to be a fight with a group of murderers and prisoners on death row. It's normal for your son to have some accidents during the hunt," the pot-bellied Marquis said.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Yan Zhen asked the Marquis.
"What do you mean? Am I, a guest invited by your Yan Clan, going to murder your son? You don't have a good reputation in Ni Hai, but I won't do such a thing. Someone else will take care of you," the Marquis said.
"Men, take him away and interrogate him properly!" Yan Zhen suddenly shouted loudly.
Several black-clothed Yan Clan experts quickly surrounded the Marquis and pulled his arms back, capturing him neatly.
"Yan Zhen, are you crazy!" At this time, an elder of the Yan Clan stood up and said angrily.
"It's related to my son's life. I advise you not to make meaningless provocations. When I find out the truth, you will be fine. But if you want to stop me, don't blame me for not being polite!" Yan Zhen said coldly.
Arrogant and domineering, Yan Zhen had always been like this in Ni Hai. Few people dared to provoke him. Even in this banquet with many guests, Yan Zhen still had no scruples, as if he didn't put anyone in Ni Hai in his eyes.
The pot-bellied Marquis was forcibly dragged to the bottom of the stairs. His screams could be heard from far away. It seemed that Yan Zhen was determined to find the murderer.
"My son is strong, and he has Yan He protecting him. Unless it's a trap, it's impossible for him to die in the hands of some murderers. I now suspect that someone in your hunting team killed him." Yan Zhen walked to the center of the banquet, his eyes sharp like an eagle's, scanning everyone around.
Luo Shaoyan and Wang Jingyu didn't dare to meet Yan Zhen's eyes. They lowered their heads and peeled fruits.
On the other hand, Zhu Minglang didn't look away when Yan Zhen glanced at him.
Yan Zhen's gaze didn't linger on Zhu Minglang for long. She turned her attention to the other teams that were more outstanding.
Yan Xu and Yan He's strength were at the middle level and upper level monarch rank. Yan Zhen was naturally investigating people who displayed strength above this level.
The atmosphere was very tense. In Yan Zhen's eyes, it was as if everyone present was a murderer. He had interrogated all the people who were Upper Level Monarchs and above, but he did not find any flaws.
After more than two hours, someone ran to Yan Zhen's side and whispered a few words. Then, Yan Zhen's gaze immediately turned to Zhu Minglang.
Yan Zhen walked over. Behind him were more than a dozen black-clothed experts from the Yan Clan. Their aura was oppressive. When they slowly walked over, Luo Shaoyan and Jingyu couldn't help but start to feel nervous. Fortunately, these two were also from a large force. Their mental fortitude was still good. It was impossible for them to immediately give themselves away.
"I killed him." Suddenly, Zhu Minglang said slowly.
Luo Shaoyan and Jingyu's eyes widened to the extreme.
What was going on!
How could Zhu Minglang, who had always been calm and collected, admit it so easily? His mental fortitude was worse than the two of them?
"What did you say??" Yan Zhen was also stunned.
Just now, someone reported to Yan Zhen that Yan Xu had some conflicts with the people at this table during the hunting banquet. Among them, the man in white even spat grape seeds at Yan Xu.
Yan Zhen knew his son the best. After being humiliated like this, he would definitely take revenge.
Since he went to find this person for revenge, and this person came back safe and sound while his son's whereabouts were unknown, the suspicion was very high!
The problem was that Yan Zhen was still a little uncertain. After all, this person didn't look like he had the strength to kill Yan Xu and Yan He. Who knew that the other party would directly admit it as soon as he walked up to him!
"I killed your son, Yan Xu," Zhu Minglang said.
"How did you kill him?" Yan Zhen's entire face was extremely gloomy and terrifying.
"Just like this. For example, this is his neck …" Zhu Minglang picked up a banana and then demonstrated to Yan Zhen how to slowly break Yan Xu's neck.
Zhu Minglang was very slow in the process. They could see that Yan Zhen was emitting an extremely terrifying aura, as if he was a bloodthirsty evil dragon that would swallow Zhu Minglang alive at any time!
Luo Shaoyan was already dumbfounded.
Boss, it's fine if you admit it, but don't describe the killing process in such detail. This is Yan Xu's biological father!!
Compared to spitting grape seeds in Yan Xu's face, Zhu Minglang's description of how he killed his son in front of Yan Zhen was probably the ultimate humiliation!!
Yan Zhen was already seething with anger, but in order to understand the truth, he resisted the urge to tear Zhu Minglang to pieces and listened to him finish.
Finally, when Zhu Minglang said that he threw Yan He's heart to a dog to eat, Yan Zhen completely lost control of himself.
"Go to hell!!!" Yan Zhen roared furiously, and a huge bloody hole appeared behind him.
The bloody hole was the size of a wall, and a Tyrant Blood Evil Dragon poked out from it. The bloody scales that looked like flowing blood looked even more terrifying. It felt like it was soaked in fresh blood all the time. Otherwise, how could it look like it was bathed in red blood when it crawled out of the Spirit Realm!
Zhu Minglang was surrounded by a thick layer of darkness, which made his figure somewhat illusory, leaving only a proud and aloof outline.
In the darkness, a pair of evil eyes suddenly opened. They were like two devilish stars that had existed since time immemorial at the end of the darkness of the world. They emitted a strange light that could take one's soul away, causing one to shudder in fear!
In terms of momentum, Zhu Minglang was not inferior to the Yan Clan's Patriarch at all!
"Yan Zhen! You are unforgivable. You are still so arrogant when you are about to die! " At this moment, a loud shout came. From the direction of the mountain peak's gate, a man wearing a silver hat rushed over at an extremely fast speed.
The man's strength was extremely terrifying. In the blink of an eye, he was already behind Yan Zhen.
He grabbed the Tyrant Blood Evil Dragon that was about to rush out with one hand and unleashed a shocking force with his arm. He threw the Tyrant Blood Evil Dragon away and smashed it into the mountain platform outside the mountain hall!
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