Imperial Capital, Long Family.
Head of the Long Family, Long Zhengye, sat in his villa, his face grim as he said, "That bastard of the Su Family is still alive. I thought he'd hide away in some corner, struggling to survive. I never expected him to show his face again. Is this a provocation towards my Long Family?"
"Dad, I can't believe this kid is actually that bastard from back then. No wonder he dares to challenge the authority of our Long Family, killing Feng Xuehai and seizing Feng Shuya. So that's what it's all about!" Dressed in a white martial arts uniform and black canvas shoes, Long Tianjun had his hair meticulously combed back.
"Hmph, it is quite unexpected indeed. It seems he's seeking revenge on our Long Family. Nurturing a tiger only invites calamity. Twenty years ago, we let him escape, and today, we must not allow the tiger to return to the mountain!" Long Zhengye, remembering the events of twenty years ago, could not dismiss the thoughts from his mind.
