For hundreds of years, Feng Tianlie's White River Gang had been like a thorn in his heart, occasionally pricking him. He had tolerated it numerous times for the sake of the bigger picture, but never expected them to eliminate his only successor. This deep hatred and resentment left his heart icy cold, and he could no longer bear it.
Once everything was confirmed, he would make sure the White River Gang vanished completely, leaving no trace behind!
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Plop.
In the yard,
Jiang Shi casually tossed the last account book on the table, stood up straight, and spoke, "Shopkeeper Lv, you are responsible for the drugstore business in the West City area, correct?"
"Yes, Steward Jiang."
A man wearing a floral robe and a money hat responded nervously.
"Let's go. Take me to see your drugstore."
Jiang Shi replied.
"Yes, Steward Jiang."
Shopkeeper Lv responded honestly, carefully leading Jiang Shi out of the dilapidated building.
