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Hearing Zhang Qiang's unbelievably arrogant "I am the law," Xu Wendong almost burst out laughing. He hadn't expected the guy to be so lawless.
Maybe he was indeed quite powerful before, capable of having everything his way.
But he knew.
Starting now.
Zhang Qiang's fate was about to change drastically. In all likelihood, for the rest of his life, his only companion would be a sewing machine.
And he'd be singing iron window tears almost every day...
Deng Wencheng had a gloomy expression, gritting his teeth: "Chengqian Town has 150,000 people, and yet you claim to be the law? Are you trying to put yourself above the citizens?"
"That's exactly the case!" Zhang Qiang's face was full of arrogance: "In this town, I, Zhang Qiang, am the one who dictates everything. While I can't decide when the sun rises, I can decide if Chengqian Town has sunny or cloudy weather."
"If I'm in a good mood, the town has sunny days."
"If I'm in a bad mood, it's overcast."
