In recent years, the power struggle among the Long Family heirs had sunk into a quagmire of stalemate. When the news of Long Yinghua's death spread, the elders of the Long Family were already itching to move.
However, they still had reservations, only accelerating their actions in secret.
But when Long Xiliang was shot, the elders of the Long Family had no more concerns!
Taking advantage of the chaos, they fought and slaughtered each other, trying to completely eliminate Long Xiliang and seize the chance to strike at others' powers, which became the common pursuit of the Long Family heirs.
Long Yinxiao walked out of the hotel and sat in the car, his eyes fixed on the shattered phone screen from start to finish.
He pressed the call button one last time, and this time, the phone didn't ring for long before it was answered.
Long Yinxiao's eyes, as if irrigated by sweet dew, regained new vitality.
"Xiaoyou."
"Second Master, where are you now?"
