Until Wang Daoran's back disappeared from view, Wang Sijing finally asked, "Ancestor, is it Lin Tian again?"
"Yes, he just brought people to our card gambling den to make trouble. Although it's childish behavior, after so many times, no one can tolerate it anymore," Mr. Wang said coldly. "But fortunately, the contraband wasn't discovered."
The card gambling den, drug trafficking, and the sale and purchase of weapons—these shady businesses have actually been the Wang Family's bread and butter for many years. It's a crucial economic source. Money, there's never enough to earn idly.
Successful people or families, from a distance, aren't as glamorous as they seem.
Upon hearing Lin Tian's name, Wang Sijing felt her blood boiling and gnashed her teeth in anger: "That bastard should already be a dead man! Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit! I didn't expect the Martial Sect to arrive at the critical moment and save his damned life!"
