Sheng Kai did not care about Song Bozhi's provocation. Instead, he directly said to Song Jiang, "Godfather, that man surnamed Liu has a serious illness. He doesn't have long to live. Letting him die will not make you truly happy."
Song Jiang thought about it carefully and nodded. He rubbed his chin and said to Sheng Kai, "Continue."
"I've read the information you gave me. This man surnamed Liu has a total of three sons, and all of them are rebellious. However, these three sons are the man's flesh and blood. If we really want to make him feel bad, we have to start with them."
"That's right." Song Jiang praised. "Ah Kai, you're very thoughtful. That scum made me suffer so much that the Song family's descendants couldn't return to their roots. Now, I want to give him the taste of his own medicine."
"Easy for you to say. How are you going to do it?" Song Bozhi looked at Sheng Kai with a sarcastic smile.
