"Tian, what do you think we should do?" Wu Yong gripped the bottle so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"We won't use force in this situation," Lin Tian said.
Using force and going head-to-head with the ancient martial families would be utterly foolish.
Wu Yong stared blankly at Lin Tian, waiting for him to continue.
"We can't rely on the police for this; we must depend on ourselves. They've already shut down our businesses and now they're killing our people to tarnish our reputation. They want to break us down one by one. First, it's Black Gold, next, it'll be the Bai Family or Qiansimei. We're already marked."
Lin Tian let out a long, heavy breath. He had caused the Wang Family a lot of trouble, and now they were seeking revenge.
"When was the last time they struck?" Lin Tian asked.
Li replied, "Just a week ago. It was a couple, in their own home. These people have no fixed targets; they strike randomly."
