"Oh, I wondered who it was. It turns out it's just the abandoned kid," Xiang Hua sneered with feigned surprise, "Now that you've lost your backing, you still want to challenge me? Go home and take a good look in the mirror, see how much you really weigh. Today is Old Liu's funeral, I won't settle this here. But if you keep acting up, I won't be able to control myself." Xiang Hua deliberately elevated Old Liu, as if to ensure others couldn't hear, sarcastically jabbing at Liu Guoqiang.
Creak. Liu Guoqiang knew well that almost everyone here was not on his side. It could be said that if he acted as before even once, he could end up with no place to bury himself. In the underworld, a day without incidents was generally considered peaceful.
Liu Mou stepped forward, placing his hand on Liu Guoqiang's chest and gently shook his head, whispering softly, "Endure." Liu Guoqiang nodded faintly and relaxed his fist, his fingernails digging into his flesh, glaring hatefully at Xiang Hua.
