At this moment, Zhao Yunlong's feelings could be described in one phrase: like a mute person tasting the bitterness of Coptis, suffering that cannot be expressed.
If only he had known it would end this way, no matter how deep his resentment, Zhao Yunlong would have swallowed it all and taken it to his grave. Why seek out such suffering?
Besides, this matter in itself didn't have much to do with him; it was just to let Luo Wudi know that he still considered him a brother and not to forget his own big brother as their business grew.
But what was the result? Not only did he fail to gain the advantage, he made a blunder that would become an eternal regret!
Subsequently, hundreds of people were escorted away in a grand procession, with helicopters following the entire way.
The oppression was overwhelming, and Zhao Yunlong, Li Xueran, and their companions didn't dare harbor any thoughts of resistance.
