"Do you think those people were arranged by me?" Gently putting down the tea set in his hand, Liu Fugui looked up, smiling as he glanced at Huang Yong, who bore an expression of doubt.
Indeed, Huang Yong did have some suspicions about today's events, despite Liu Fugui having clearly stated previously that he was not involved.
But based on his decades of following in the latter's footsteps through life and death, Huang Yong knew his master's habits and nature all too well.
Don't be fooled by this middle-aged man's usual appearance as a calm businessman; beneath that exterior lies a cunning and terrifying ruthlessness far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Over the years, countless individuals, not to the tune of hundreds but at least dozens, have fallen prey to his schemes, in both major and minor affairs.
Huang Yong had hardly ever seen Liu Fugui make any unprofitable deals.
