Listening to the beeps from the other end of the phone, Lao Qiweng smashed the phone into pieces.
Yang Zhiming's words kept echoing in Lao Qiweng's mind.
He went from a small nobody, step by step, to where he is today.
Through all these years of storms, he has supported many big figures.
Now, his brother is dead.
He has to pursue this matter to the end.
And yet, all he gets in return is the phrase, "Forget it."
Reflecting on those years in Jiangnan Province, who hasn't treated him with respect?
He has always been the one bullying others; when did it become others oppressing him?
"After all these years of striving, in the end, I can't even avenge my own brother!"
"Impossible! No matter who is behind Su Ming, I want everyone to know that anyone who offends Lao Qiweng, anyone who harms Lao Qiweng's family, will not have a good outcome!"
At this moment, Lao Qiweng was already in a frenzy.
The intense pressure made his eyes bloodshot.
