Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight
When Second Lord Qiu rushed to the Qiu Family Mansion,
inside, his father, Patriarch Qiu, as well as his elder brother, and his third brother, among others, had already gathered there.
"What a fine mess you've made!" Patriarch Qiu burst out in anger as soon as he saw Second Lord Qiu walk in, slamming his walking stick down.
"Dad, I couldn't have imagined it would come to this. Who did it?" Second Lord Qiu's complexion was ashen, and he was in a foul mood. Hua Qing was his subordinate, and even though he wasn't directly involved in those affairs, Hua Qing brought in tens of millions of income for him every month.
Having heard that Hua Qing's den had been razed, with nearly all his people dead, and now that Hua Qing himself had been thrown into jail,
how could Second Lord Qiu's mood be anything but sour?
Not only was a significant source of income gone, there was a chance he might get implicated as well.
