"Ancestral property stained with blood—it can be dispensed with!" Wei Wenhe said coldly. "The head of the Yang family can indulge in the wealth acquired through injustice. But I cannot stomach these dumplings made of human flesh!"
Upon hearing Wei Wenhe's response, Yang Ling's face instantly darkened.
"Mr. Wei, are you refusing me a way out?"
"I gave all families a chance three years ago!"
"Sacrificing our family shrines to leave ourselves at your mercy—is this the way out you're giving us?! Wei Wenhe, if you don't accept my kind offer, then prepare for rivers of blood in Heyuan County!"
"Pop~"
The bright golden flames leaped fiercely, burning the letter to ashes. Yang Ling's figure also vanished without a trace.
"What a pity." Wang Long sighed. "Such a good thing has ended up in the hands of that old bandit, Yang Ling."
