Lin Kuang hadn't used his full strength in that palm strike. It was merely intended to humiliate Chen Shaowen. Otherwise, that one blow would have been powerful enough to kill him.
Naturally, old foxes like Yang Wucheng and Chen Zhongrui saw right through it.
Yang Wucheng chuckled to himself, finding Lin Kuang's methods much to his liking. On the surface, however, his expression remained impassive—a skill he had mastered as an old fox.
Chen Zhongrui's expression turned ugly. His son's disgrace was his own—there was no distinction. Yet, in the next moment, a smile returned to his face as if nothing had happened. Such pretense and forbearance were beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person.
Lin Kuang's gaze swept over Chen Zhongrui, and a sense of vigilance immediately arose within him. You have to be constantly on guard when dealing with an old fox like this, or he'll sell you out and you'll be the one helping him count the money.
