Not only did he put on a show for him, but he also made him play along. The reversal happened too quickly—one mont he was strutting about arrogantly, and the next he was beaten down completely, turning the tide against him. Now he didn’t even have the chance to plead or explain.
After showing such an ugly face earlier, would he be spared?
A shiver of fear rose from deep within Old Miao’s heart. Nangong Jin—this man is terrifying!
Hearing this, Nangong Jin smiled—a bold and disdainful smile. He stared icily at him while releasing smoke rings, his voice cold and detached, "Does the Young Master need to prove his influence to you?"
In fact, Nangong Jin’s influence is quite simple. It’s the connection he established with the drug lord who had troubled him last ti. Ever since Li Hui impressed the drug lord with her righteousness and understanding, the drug lord had treated Li Hui with great respect.
On top of that, the Nangong Family sent him so firearms. Over ti, their relationship beca quite strong.
Moreover, the drug lord was also a man of loyalty, and before long, he started addressing the Nangong Family as brothers. Add in the incentives at play, it was only natural for the drug lord to want to cozy up to the Nangong Family’s powerful firearms enterprise, making this favor easily resolved for Nangong Jin.
Still, it all happened so fast that even Nangong Jin hadn’t expected the drug lord to act this swiftly. All it took was a phone call, yet the efficiency of the drug lord’s actions was impeccable.
Of course, Nangong Jin also made sacrifices. He promised the drug lord he would provide free firearms for three consecutive years—a shipnt worth billions—completely free. Naturally, this made the drug lord as eager as a man fueled by adrenaline to handle things imdiately.
Thinking back on it, it’s all quite absurd. The last ti Nangong Jin had gone to Miaojiang, it was out of boredom—he’d intended to handle trade and pay respects to Miao Wu at the sa ti. But unexpectedly, instead of reaching the Miao Family, he got entangled in a ridiculous conflict with the drug lord.
And now, this sa drug lord had helped him resolve a tricky problem. It’s just as they say—karma cos full circle.
Looking back, his disgust for the Miao Family had reached its peak—even carrying the bla back then felt utterly unjust. Trying to act like heroes? They nearly had him threatened to the point of humiliation. The mory left him livid.
Nangong Jin’s words clearly showed he didn’t intend to answer Old Miao, because to him, there was no need for excessive talk with soone who was as good as dead.
With that, Nangong Jin strode away, walking with effortless flair and dramatic intensity. His tall, slender figure exuded a naturally commanding force—a presence refined through years of underworld struggles. It was dark, chilling, and profoundly unsettling, like the aura of death itself.
He walked with firm, resounding footsteps, not once glancing back. That kind of retreat carried with it an undeniable scorn.
At this mont, Old Miao succumbed to despair. He had thought he could threaten Nangong Jin, had assud the relocation and arrangents for his family made them untouchable. So how had they still been found?
Had he underestimated Nangong Jin’s terrifying reach?
No words escaped him—only stunned murmurs. Nangong Jin, anwhile, had already reached the door, paying him no mind whatsoever.
"Clean it up. Master Jin doesn’t like blood." Xiaowu issued orders to several burly n coldly as he wiped the tip of his gun.
"Yes, Master Wu." The burly n nodded respectfully.
Old Miao’s eyes widened in terror. In truth, he still couldn’t grasp how Nangong Jin managed such a reversal. But would Nangong Jin truly be ruthless enough to exterminate the entire Miao Family—dozens of lives?
Old Miao’s thoughts didn’t matter anymore, because his fate was sealed.
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