Watching Shi Yushan lead the Meng Family away, Yang Wucheng couldn't help but smile. "Without some pressure, these people would never listen."
"Yes. After all, some things have decayed so deeply that they're beginning to rot. If you don't carve out the rotten flesh, it will never heal cleanly," Zhang Guodong said lightly, a sharp glint in his eyes.
Hearing this, Yang Wucheng's mind stirred. "Ready to make a move?"
"Well, let's see what Shi Yushan does. I don't want to offend too many people, after all. Of course, if Shi Yushan doesn't give me a satisfactory answer, I'd rather offend a few people than let them get off easy," Zhang Guodong said again, his voice turning colder.
Hearing this, Yang Wucheng patted Zhang Guodong's shoulder without saying more. He knew his old friend's character, and some things simply had to be done by someone.
