"Ugh, Xing Zhengtai," Lin Xianshu said with disdain, "I've heard that the Yiwu small fries and the Xing Family have committed all sorts of atrocities in Yiwu, and their sins are enormous. It's just that no one has dealt with them yet. Tell me, how should we deal with them?"
Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly laughed, turned his gaze to Xing Zhengtai, and asked, "My friend asked me how to deal with you, and I'd like to hear your opinion."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions on the faces of everyone in the car turned into peculiar smiles. This kind of situation meant only two things: either this young man was out of his mind, or he had extremely deep and powerful connections, the kind that have influence in both the underworld and the proper society. He clearly didn't regard the Xing Family in the slightest.
