"So you're saying that to smoothly construct this power plant locally, you've offended a priest clan of the Southern Indian Sect?" Chen Feng furrowed his brows and spoke in an icy tone.
Ding Xie nodded with immense difficulty, feeling as though all strength had left his body, aging ten years in an instant. His face revealed an expression of deep regret.
If he had known the strength of this priest's influence, he would never have ventured to India to build that damned hydroelectric power station even for all the money in the world. To think that because of this power station, he lost his wife and son in two months, and last month, he nearly lost his daughter too. Had it not been for the bodyguards fighting desperately to protect her, Ding Xiaorou would merely be a cold corpse in a grave by now.
