"The wealthy businessman died, and that child succeeded,"
Old Yuan said, taking a fierce drag on his cigarette, the veins on his neck bulging.
"Later, we found out that we had all been deceived by that child."
Old Yuan didn't continue after this, but Boss Gu understood what had happened.
Boss Gu didn't know how to judge the situation.
Call them foolish? But their intentions were kind.
No matter how cold-blooded a person is, it's hard to see the danger when facing a child.
"To be precise, we all have a criminal record."
Old Yuan sighed, no one knew better than him how hard life was for Broken Brow and his ilk every day.
They could indeed make money in the market, but it was never enough to cover their expenses.
Because they needed daily training, and the costs of training were the major expense.
With what the six of them were earning, they couldn't even afford their physical training.
Old Yuan had not hesitated to help them, both openly and covertly, over time.
