A glint of murderous intent flashed across Lin Yingying's eyes. She had always remembered familial affection and hadn't wanted to strike Lin Jiahui cruelly.
Even though he had hired assassins to target her, Lin Yingying had always endured.
This time, she truly saw through Lin Jiahui's heart.
This son was as poisonous as a viper and beyond redemption.
Keeping him would only lead to endless trouble.
The members of the motorbike gang exchanged words with people from other groups, guzzling beer and howling nonstop.
Sophia exclaimed in surprise, "They are speaking in the secret language of the Blood Clan."
"The Blood Clan?"
The people in the car raised their eyebrows, these men didn't look like the Blood Clan, so how could they speak their secret language?
Soon, on the stage built under a banyan tree, a pair of fiery eyes sparked to life.
Someone carried a table up onto the stage, which was covered with a red cloth.
