"Family Head? Haha, I am not dead yet, did you appoint yourself as Family Head?"
As soon as Chen Hong's words fell, an elderly voice came from outside the plaza, causing everyone to tremble in shock, turning their heads in astonishment to look...
The person who arrived was none other than Chen Zhan, his clothing torn in several places, likely from being scratched by branches while moving stealthily through the forest.
The Old Servant following behind him, Elder Chen, was in the same state; both their clothes bore traces of blood. The disheveled sight of them hardly resembled the appearance of the Chen Family's Family Head.
This scene pierced the eyes of all the Chen Family Clan members, and the majority of them came to a realization in an instant. Anger flashed across their faces as they clenched their fists tightly...
"Take a look, elders, do I look like I'm on a leisurely excursion with this mess?"
