Old Mu did not answer Zhou Guicheng's question.
Instead, he suddenly reached out, placed a knife against Zhou Xiaofeng's neck, and blood gushed out like a spring.
Even though he was drugged and unconscious, his body instinctively began to shake violently.
"No..."
"You took away what I loved most, and now I take away what you love most. We're even." Old Mu said with a calm expression.
However, where could the few Zhou Family members hear his words now? They were all wailing in pain, their eyes filled with rage.
Especially Zhou Guicheng, who somehow summoned strength from nowhere, rolled off the sofa, writhing on the ground like a maggot, trying to get closer to his son.
"Mu Weihua, you beast, the wrong has a cause, the debt has an owner. I'd blame no one but you if you killed my son. Why did you have to kill my grandson? He's so young, so young..."
Zhou Maoshu wailed, but due to the anesthetic, even with all his strength, his cry was low and mournful.