At this moment, on a luxury cruise ship by the river.
The night sky over the river shimmered with rippling waves, dark lights falling onto the surface, resembling shards of glass reflecting light rings.
A gentle breeze made the scene particularly pleasant.
Deng Biao lay on a red velvet sofa, holding a glass of wine, sipping slowly while looking down at Sun Xiaolong kneeling at his feet.
Sun Xiaolong slightly raised his head, glanced at Deng Biao, and the atmosphere tensed.
After a moment of thought, Sun Xiaolong mustered his courage and whispered, "Cousin, it's not that we were incompetent, we just didn't have enough people!"
"Who could have known that Chen Dashan, that bastard, had arranged manpower in the fruit shop?"
"There were more than thirty of them; wasn't I being careless?"
The quieter Sun Xiaolong's voice became, the more agitated Deng Biao felt. He kicked Sun Xiaolong in the face and scoffed, "Idiot!"
"On my own turf, you still can't handle a country bumpkin?"
