"Yes, it's our Hall Master," the man with the scarred face stammered, not daring to act rashly in front of Zhang Xiaomeng, after all, he still valued his life. To continue with his defiance could spell an end to any happiness for the remainder of his days.
"Does your Hall Master have a grudge against my skin whitening cream company?"
Zhang Xiaomeng frowned, he indeed had entangled with the Qinglong Gang, but he hadn't touched this particular Hall Master.
"No, it should, possibly, maybe probably because of money," the scarred face said through gritted teeth.
Zhang Xiaomeng oh-ed in understanding; this was not surprising.
"But which company is trying to take us down in the end?" While contemplating, Zhang Xiaomeng had already suspected an issue with the supply chain of the skin whitening cream, it was likely the Qinglong Gang's meddling, and the scarred face was just a minor player.
