The 7 o’clock evening news broadcast began with its unchanging music, and as its half-hour live report reached its conclusion, a sensational piece of news stirred Yanjing’s sowhat unclear skies.
The Western Suburb’s Liger City ordered to rectify.
The person sitting on the white sofa supported their head with one hand while tapping the white leather with the other as the female anchor provided a detailed report on the incident. The image switched to the scene in the Western Suburb’s Liger City, showing a bustling afternoon street scene. The sparkle from the recent rain added so highlights to the picture.
The Sharp Sword Corps was cleaning up the aftermath at Liger City, and it was easy to spot a familiar figure in the footage. The person on the leather sofa chuckled coldly and then turned off the LCD screen, showing no interest in the subsequent reports.
All within expectations; the Lion’s death was rely a setup for another political activity. That Xiao Lin sure has so skills to dismantle the Liger Gang in such a short ti. It seems I’ve underestimated him.
Swirling the red liquid in his glass, the indoor music began to fade away. The dismantling of the Liger Gang didn’t bring him any harm, but the question was who would take over. The Western Suburb was a juicy piece of at, and only a few had the strength to take the helm. Although the thorn in his side wasn’t removed this ti, he could gain a chunk of at without any loss.
A sudden urgent ringing killed the beautiful music. The short and fat man was a bit displeased. He had ordered not to be disturbed at this ti, yet his subordinates still directed the call to him, prompting thoughts of anger, which he suppressed upon answering the call.
"What’s the matter?"
"The Liger Gang has been taken down, be ready."
"Ah! Uncle Zhan Ting." Fatty Wang settled into his favorite sofa with the cordless phone, putting his feet up, "I watched the news. It seems like the whole Liger Building was cleaned out, turned into an empty shell."
"Don’t make any moves lately, your father has already talked to about it. Whether you listen or not is up to you." Wang Zhanting seized a break to call Fatty Wang as a warning.
"Uncle, I naturally understand that, that Xiao kid is pretty capable, I’m not going to do anything to him, you have to trust on this." Fatty Wang poured the remaining red wine in his glass down his throat, savoring the smooth texture as it passed, making him nostalgic. The other end of the line emitted a cold snort; Fatty Wang nonchalantly stared at the empty wine glass: "Uncle, is there any news from the city about arrangents for taking over the Western Suburb? The Lion is dead, and his subordinates were found elsewhere, all died tragically."
"How did you know about this?" Wang Zhanting asked urgently, grabbing the receiver, as the bodies were discreetly handled and that part of the news was edited out.
"Hehehe!" Fatty Wang chuckled cryptically. "Uncle underestimates his nephew, I have my own intelligence network. A place like Liger City, even a slight disturbance makes its way to my ears, let alone a major event like this. Without this ability, how would you and my dad trust such a large Wang Family business in my hands? Am I right?" Although he couldn’t see Wang Zhanting’s defeated expression on the phone, the re thought amused Fatty Wang.
"Nothing concrete yet, don’t be too optimistic. The city bureau is currently investigating your case with an established inquiry. If you’re still dreaming of the Western Suburb, I advise you to reconsider." Wang Zhanting seed to enjoy a sense of revenge, squinting as he stared into the night outside the window. "Not to ntion the possible ties between you and the Liger Gang, just involving the Xia Family and Xiao Lin got them easily dismantled. I think you should really reflect on your actions."
"Uncle still doesn’t believe when I say there’s no relationship between us. Knowing this, I shouldn’t have listened to you all about marrying that woman. Now I’ve caught nothing and ended up covered in stink." As the red liquid flowed from the crystal bottle to the inside of the glass, the thick craftsmanship lent the crystal a semi-transparent beauty, and any shade within retained a semi-hidden mystique.
"Uncle, no matter what, the Wang Family mbers are still people of reputation, are you now siding with outsiders against our own family?" The swirling liquid stuck to the cup’s wall and slowly slid down, reminding him of a phrase that aptly described the situation: ’cup wall (despicable) low.’
Listening to the short chuckle from the phone, Wang Zhanting held back his anger, his squinty eyes suddenly opened wide: "The Wang Family didn’t build itself up relying solely on you. I won’t allow anyone or anything to obstruct Wang Family." Wang Zhanting’s words prompted more laughter from the other party, seemingly mocking him. "Don’t forget, the Wang Family still isn’t under your control."
"Yes, Uncle Zhan Ting, it’s being disrespectful, I hope you won’t hold it against . However, Uncle Zhan Ting, if sothing happens to , you won’t be able to escape involvent. The Wang Family you want to control will also fall." Ending the call abruptly, Fatty Wang didn’t give Wang Zhanting any chance. He was eager to see what kind of commotion the old guy would stir up now.
The smooth music shifted from high to low notes as Fatty Wang, fond of pure music, thought about it. Counting on Wang Zhanting to get the Western Suburb was impossible. The Hua Family’s chess move left him sowhat unprepared, as they moved into the Western Suburb a step ahead, wasting the opportunity he provided.
"Where is Zhang Teng now?" After pondering for a mont, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Still haven’t located his hiding place." A deep voice ca from the other end.
"What’s the situation on the Lion’s side..."
"Our n were recognized and had no choice but to kill them all." The deep voice continued over the phone.
"Idiots!" Fatty Wang tightened his grip on the phone, "Where are the bodies?"
The other end fell silent, "They moved quickly; we couldn’t remove them imdiately."
"Find a way to deal with it. Also, we must find Zhang Teng before they do." Fatty Wang said harshly.
"Yes, then how should we handle Poison Dragon?"
"Do I have to teach you about silencing people?" Fatty Wang slamd the phone down, knocking over the crystal bottle, causing red liquid to drip onto the white carpet, shockingly visible.
Wang Zhanting was so confident because he had evidence, and the dead won’t speak. He slowly moved closer to the sofa, staring at the red droplets staining the carpet. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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