"By the way, Young Master, it's said that the casino has very close ties with an entertainment city next door. They often collaborate to attract customers, and it's estimated that this also has links to Situ Yan."
"Then blow them up together," Nangong Yaoling said flatly.
"Yes!"
"Why release it to the media and not the police? Let that Situ Yan rot in jail for life!" Nangong Feihong came out of the bathroom, shaking his wet hands, and angrily said after hearing their conversation.
"Young Master Feihong, given his current status, it's likely he's already smoothed things over with the police. Reporting him won't work."
"Oh, damn! If the police won't work, then blow him up! Best to blast that bastard Situ Yan into pieces too!"
"Hong, this is just the beginning of the Young Master's warning to him," Qin Yi explained to Nangong Feihong.
Nangong Feihong nodded, half-understanding.
With a flick of his hand, the water splashed onto Nangong Yaoling's face.
