Yang Erbao's fate was entirely his own doing. He had already provided him with wealth and glory, yet his greed for more support was insatiable. He felt no remorse for Yang Erbao's death, knowing that he was already on his hit list.
As for Mou Jinfu's intentions, Zhou Cunzhong remarked with a serious expression, "Mou Jinfu is indeed a cunning old fox. He used Yang Erbao's head to clear his name and deceive the public. He also tarnished your reputation, after all, Yang Erbao was your right-hand man. If you don't retaliate, your subordinates will be disappointed. But if you do, you'll be accused of causing internal strife."
Zhou Cunzhong sighed inwardly, admiring the elegance of Mou Jinfu's move. "It seems your progress in gaining prestige and power within the gang will be hindered."
Zhou Cunzhong observed Qin Huai's expression but noticed that he had remained calm and composed throughout their conversation. Surprised, he asked, "Don't you care?"
