"I want to see if Hong Jiuling truly has any ulterior motives!" At that moment, Feng Zhiyong's voice was like a muffled thunder, striking directly at Weng Ziqiang's heart.
Feng Zhiyong stood in place, originally just an ordinary man, yet as if he suddenly grew several meters tall, looking down with a condescending stance, causing Weng Ziqiang to halt in his tracks.
Leveraging momentum!
Feng Zhiyong was just an ordinary person, whose individual strength was negligible, but at this moment, supported by half of Bridge East, he exuded an extraordinarily powerful aura, intimidating Weng Ziqiang and making him dare not seek an explanation from Xu Hongzhuang.
"What do you mean? Feng Zhiyong, you frame the loyal and even ordered someone to kill Li Chuan. Aren't you afraid of tearing the face and plunging the entire Bridge East into chaos?"
Weng Ziqiang, though reckless, was not stupid. At this moment, he widened his eyes, looking as if demanding an answer.
