“It’s really strange. In this kind of setting, I can’t see Liang Xianghe,” Wang Ming said.
“At his level, whether he comes or not, it’s all the same.”
“Second Grandpa, what do you mean by that?”
“Because he can’t change the outcome. Instead of attending a trial where the result is already known, it’s better to stay hidden and have peace.”
“I get it.”
Wang Ming smiled and said, “I guess he might be drinking alone right now, who knows.”
“What he does no longer matters,” Wang Bingquan said:
“If it weren’t for having something to say to him at the end, I wouldn’t have come either.”
“Actually, at this time, it’s still better to come and take a look. One always needs to experience the joy of victory.” Wang Ming sighed with some emotion:
“Unknowingly, two years have passed, and the former Wang family is finally back.”
Wang Bingquan didn’t speak, but smiled as well.
To him, Lin Yi’s death was not important. Stepping on Liang Xianghe was what really mattered.
“Work hard. For a long time in the future, the Saber-toothed Tiger won’t be able to make a presence. The real deal is still the Central Guards Brigade.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Ming’s expression became serious.
“But the problem is, the Central Guards Brigade is still under his control, and it’s hard to get it in my hands.”
“Once this matter is over, the Central Guards Brigade will have nothing to do with him. Don’t worry.”
Wang Bingquan was calm, with a look of overwhelming confidence in his eyes.
“This matter should be decided by Elder Xu, right?”
“Liang Xianghe has always regarded him as the heir to the Central Guards Brigade, but soon he will be gone, so naturally, it cannot be handed over to outsiders,” Wang Bingquan said:
“Xu Wancong knows the importance of this matter better than anyone, and the logic of going with the flow, he understands better than anyone, so he won’t refuse.”
“Understood, Second Grandpa.”
Wang Ming took a deep breath, his heart racing.
Because he knows what the Central Guards Brigade represents.
“The hearing is about to start, why hasn’t anyone arrived yet?”
While the two were talking, those from the compound began to impatiently shout.
The one speaking had a rather proportional figure, sported the then-popular hairstyle, dyed blonde hair, and sat with crossed legs, appearing exceedingly arrogant.
And this person was Zhao Mo, who was once among the four young masters of Yanjing and punished most harshly by Lin Yi!
To them, this place was not mysterious, you could say they came whenever they wanted.
Because of these reasons, they had no qualms in their hearts.
In addition to this, Gu Changchuan, Sun Ce, and Lu Xuan also came, wanting to witness this gratifying moment.
Zhao Mo’s remarks were not restrained, as if deliberately said for the Liang family to hear.
But Liang Ruoxu merely glanced sideways and didn’t say anything else.
“Don’t worry, they’ll probably arrive soon. This is rush hour, traffic jams are normal,” Sun Ce said.
“I just hope he dies quickly.” Zhao Mo shrugged and said:
“I’ve already thought it through, once he’s dead, I’ll go to his tombstone, splash some red paint, and wish him great fortune and a bright future.”
“If you want to die, just speak up, I’ll send you on your way!”
Zhao Yunhu stood up angrily, throwing his phone over with such speed that Zhao Mo didn’t even have time to react.
He was hit directly.
The guards standing at the door were stunned, not daring to intervene at all.
“You all don’t…”
“Hey, hey, it’s not worth getting angry over this.” Zhao Mo stopped the infuriated Lu Xuan and said,
“Only the incompetent get angry, let them vent, I don’t care.”
“Haha… that’s right, since he’s going to die anyway, let them vent a bit.” Sun Ce laughed heartily.
“You!”
“Alright, sit down.” Qiu Yuluo, who was sitting beside him, said:
“This isn’t an ordinary place, everyone calm down.”
Zhao Yunhu suppressed his anger and was pulled back into his seat.
At this moment, on their side, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, as if one could see with the naked eye, the infinite anger rising like a volcano.
Ning Che closed his eyes, painfully leaning against the back of the chair.
“Our blood was shed in vain.”