"I understand."
Wang Ye spoke without expression, but everyone could feel the intense killing intent permeating his calm voice as he spoke.
That was supposed to belong to the Wang family.
Now, it had become an object of contention among numerous forces.
It seemed that these families and forces had forgotten that these things should belong to the Wang family.
Instead, they treated them as their own.
...
That evening.
Mist Smoke Bar.
Wang Ye and Su Wanqing took a taxi to the entrance of Mist Smoke Bar and were about to enter when they were stopped by two security guards:
"Sorry, sir, miss, the Mist Smoke Bar has been reserved tonight, and entry without an invitation is not permitted."
Wang Ye glanced at the security guards, his eyes revealing deadly intent. Merely being looked at by Wang Ye made the guard feel as though he had fallen into an endless hell, daring not to say anything further.
