Song Yinghao hoped that Song Feng could stop immediately and not take things further.
Right or wrong between Song Feng and Song Wei, Song Yinghao didn't want to judge—he only wished for both of his sons to survive today, without either of them dying.
He believed that if Song Feng could cease now, it might still be possible to plead with Song Wei and save a life.
"Haha, patricide? So what? Today, no matter who it is, if they dare block my path to that position, they will die—including you!"
Song Feng sneered disdainfully, his eyes fixed firmly on the seat his father occupied.
"Outrageous! This is an act of rebellion!"
"Kneel down and apologize immediately, or I'll break your legs!"
"Song Feng, are you out of your mind? Do you even know who this is? This is your father!"
"Take another step forward and don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Several of the clan's enforcers stepped forward after hearing Song Feng's words, angrily berating him with their weapons aimed at him.
