Dusk settled and the lights were just beginning to twinkle in the resplendent Hilton International Hotel.
In a private room on the second floor, Su Mengqing's group of four sat waiting with excited yet tense anticipation.
"Sis, do you think when Dad comes and sees us like this, he'll immediately go and settle the score with Lin Fan and the Wang family?" Su Gang asked from his wheelchair, his body wrapped in thick white bandages. He looked just like a large mummy fresh out of its sarcophagus, his bloodshot eyes betraying a twisted sense of pleasure.
"Of course. Dad has really made a name for himself now. He's working with the Prince of Sha Country, so no one in Haicheng dares to look down on him!" Zhang Meili's fat face, caked with makeup, beamed with pride.
