"Wang Long!"
Jiang Chenyang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Wang Long lying in a pool of blood, his face contorted with emotion.
He couldn't accept that Wang Long, who had been alive and well just moments ago, had now become a cold corpse.
The budding fondness he had for Qin Chuan in his heart had vanished in an instant, leaving only anger and hatred.
With a fierce expression, Jiang Chenyang almost ground his teeth as he said, "Rest in peace, I will make him pay, I swear!"
"Young Master Jiang!"
Elder Tong's face changed dramatically as he quickly said, "Beware, for disasters stem from careless talk!"
"Shut up!"
Jiang Chenyang, filled with anger, said, "From today onwards, get out of my sight!"
"Young Master Jiang, I…"
Elder Tong wanted to say something else, but meeting Jiang Chenyang's furious gaze, he choked back the words he was about to speak.
