The man in the bathrobe snickered as he admired Lu Ming's pathetic state. He lifted his wine glass and took a bite of the fruit that one of the blondes fed him.
With a sinister grin, the man raised his hand. His henchman immediately grabbed Lu Ming by the hair and forced him to look up.
The man chortled. "Oh, Lu Ming, Lu Ming. You should be glad that I, your second brother, came to see you as soon as I got off the plane. Count yourself lucky that your second brother cares about you so much. Now, how are you going to return this favor?"
Lu Ming lowered his eyes and said nothing.
The man—Lu Qing—sneered in disdain. He currently held an enviable status in society, and had even taken over some of the family's business. How dare this worthless dog act so impudently in front of him?
He was just a fool who amounted to nothing. He could die there and then, and nobody would care.
