"You're Dong Yongping?" Lin Shuang sauntered toward Dong Yongping with a cigarette in his mouth.
Dong Yongping's expression tightened as he stared coldly at the young man before him.
"Lin Shuang, is it? You've got guts, bursting into the gates of my Peace Society like that? And you dare injure so many of my brothers? You really don't take me seriously?" Dong Yongping's voice was icy cold, filled with a murderous intent.
He was truly enraged. This Lin Shuang, daring to barge into Dong Yongping's gambling den and wreak havoc, Lin Shuang... there was no longer any need for him to be alive.
"Why should I take you seriously?" Lin Shuang exhaled a ring of smoke, questioning indifferently.
He walked right into the office and glanced at Bai Wangchuan sitting on the sofa.
"Heh, Bai Wangchuan, I knew you'd be here." Lin Shuang's lips formed a cold smile as he fearlessly sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of red wine, sipping it lightly.
