"Hmph, that money should have been all mine, if not for you killing my father and taking away the shares of Fenghua Group. Right now you'd be nothing more than a house slave for our family, a house slave. Do you even know what a 'house slave' is?" Su Xuan vented his utter contempt.
Wang Xing was thoroughly provoked by that term 'house slave'.
He had originally thought that after he had killed Su Chenggong and tricked the Su family out of their shares, he would be part of high society and turn his life around.
However, since Wang Meng's encounter with Su Xuan, each incident always made him feel as though he was still a servant of the Su family — Su Xuan would hit or scold his son whenever he wanted.
"Su Xuan, I'm telling you," Wang Xing leapt to his feet lividly as if he were an infuriated old monkey, "Right now, you're just a little security guard. Our Wang family could easily afford ten thousand of you stinking laborers with just one percent of our wealth."
