Inside Zhang Leguo's home, a group of people sat in the room, smoking cigarettes.
News had come in last night that Gao Yan had been released from jail.
Zhang Leguo had expelled him from the Hong Sect, knowing that he would not accept this lying down and was sure to cause trouble.
Zhang Jingbiao, with his injured leg propped up, said lightly to his father, "Dad, when the wall falls, everyone pushes. Now that Gao Yan has lost his power, why fear him? In my opinion, who cares if it's right or wrong, just hire someone to chop him to death and it's over,"
Zhang Leguo cursed, "Shut up, it's all because you messed with that killing god, making me lose a billion for nothing. You still have the nerve to ask for more?"
"A billion?"
Zhang Jingbiao's eyes widened, "You sent it to him?"
Zhang Leguo took a deep breath, as if he could be that generous.
After all, it was a billion that Old Master Zhang had demanded he pay out of his own pocket.
