That night, at eight o'clock.
The spokesperson of Rot Swamp received a report from a subordinate during the banquet, and couldn't help but laugh, losing composure while raising his glass in a toast.
"What's the matter, Mr. Wan Deng?" A curious guest at the banquet looked over.
"Nothing, I just heard a joke..."
Wan Deng patted his belly and dismissively waved his hand: "Those leftover seeds from Broken Reef are saying that my brother's accident was caused by me, and they want revenge.
Today's youth really don't know what's good for them. They were spreading rumors outside before, and I even let them off the hook, yet they still don't know their limits."
"That guy named Qiao Sike?"
Ling Li chuckled indifferently: "Old Mr. Wan Deng really didn't clean up his mess thoroughly."
"After all, we're brothers for many years. I thought to leave him some incense, but unexpectedly, none of them know their place."
