At this moment, on a sea island hundreds of miles from Cituogang Port.
At a stronghold belonging to the Linlang Association.
The head of the Linlang Association, Zhou Xue Ming, sat in the main seat with an unpleasant look on his face.
He is now over fifty and had only one publicly acknowledged son, Zhou Dongjun... but now...
He's dead.
Crack.
Zhou Xue Ming crushed the Jiao Dragon Head on the chair with his palm, scattering wooden splinters all over the floor.
Though he has other illegitimate children, Zhou Dongjun was undoubtedly the most outstanding and promising among all his progeny.
Whether it was his conduct or his innate skills, he ranked above average among the younger generation of the same tier.
Moreover, at such a young age, Zhou Dongjun was already fluent in three languages, skillfully managing trade relations in ports of three small countries.
"Who can tell me what the hell happened!!? How exactly did Dongjun die!?"
