And Niu Yong?
From a small-time punk who made his first bucket of gold from running casinos and bathhouses, he started to become complacent, always thinking about becoming someone with status and position.
But after all, he was just a thug.
Even if he usually did tasks for those above him, in their eyes, he was nothing more than a tool to be used.
Yet he never tired of it and almost stopped caring for his brothers.
To stabilize the situation for him, Lulu had almost reached the point of working from dawn to dusk; if not for her, the loyalty of the people would have scattered long ago.
The situation had already become one-sided.
Niu Yong, who once thought he held the winning ticket, now began to feel fear.
If it had been in the past, he would have fought in such a situation, but he was no longer the man he used to be; with a knife at his throat, he was already shivering with fear.
Chen Fang's crisis had been resolved.
He walked up to Niu Yong.
