"Foster father, oh foster father, do you think it's of any use saying these things now?" Su Xin looked at Third Master Tiger, gently shaking his head.
"Actually, things between us didn't have to turn out this way. You are my foster father, I, Su Xin, relied on you to establish a foothold in the Flying Eagle Gang. If you hadn't turned against me, whether it's the regular money from the Happy Forest or Yongle Square, I wouldn't have shorted you a single cent. Why did you have to force my hand?"
The color drained from Third Master Tiger's face, it was impossible to tell whether he was regretful or resentful.
Before Third Master Tiger could reply, Su Xin continued: "Actually, even if you don't say it out loud, I can pretty much guess. You became increasingly wary of my growing power. You feared not being able to control me, so you sought to suppress me and acted against me.
