Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen
Upon hearing Long Fakui's words.
A hint of suspicion appeared in Long Xiaoshan's eyes as he said, "Really? You don't want to be the village chief anymore?"
"Really, truly, truer than even Chairman Mao. Little Xiaoshan, I know I was wrong. If you still don't trust your uncle, I'll have no choice but to kneel before you," Long Fakui said, earnestly while making a gesture as if he was about to kneel.
"No!"
Long Xiaoshan quickly grabbed him.
Speaking the truth, he didn't have a favorable opinion of Long Fakui.
But Long Xiaoshan was a person who cherished old ties; after all, Long Fakui was from the same village and was a blood-related elder, which was why Long Xiaoshan hadn't used any harsh means against him.
Otherwise, with his methods, even taking Long Fakui's life without anyone being the wiser wouldn't have been an issue.
Now that Long Fakui was speaking like this.
