The group was eating with such joy, and the atmosphere was great. Su Xuan was captivated by his wives as well, enjoying this rare reunion.
But at this moment, Jiang Zhongming's face looked worse than if he had eaten shit.
At the top of the Jiang Group Building, Jiang Zhongming's face was gloomy.
"What a piece of crap, all garbage, all useless scumbags!"
"What a load of rubbish, the Xue Family Four Killers, wiped out in a day and a night. Such losers, why did they even send them to me? They were utterly useless, and I was told to treat them well!"
Jiang Zhongming was fuming inside. He had heard bits about the incident that morning in the alley next to the supermarket and couldn't believe his forces had fallen like that.
In the afternoon, he had received a package that contained nothing but three heads—a gift prepared by Su Xuan, which nearly drove him to the brink.
