Five luxurious cars were heading towards the old residence of the Zhou Family.
Zhou Shuo and Zhou Yuzhu were inside the middle luxury car, both sitting in the backseat, puffing on cigars.
Zhou Yuzhu's words still echoed in Zhou Shuo's mind. He hadn't expected his nephew's heart to be so dark, it even made him feel a chilling sensation.
Then again, as a member of a large family, one should be like this. Without a bit of ruthlessness, how would he shoulder the family's burdens in the future?
With this thought, Zhou Shuo felt relieved.
Silence returned between the two, and aside from thinking about what Zhou Yuzhu had just said, Zhou Shuo also contemplated other issues, like that Fang Xiaotian.
This matter definitely wouldn't end just like this.
It concerned the Zhou Family's reputation. Even if they didn't kill Fang Xiaotian, they had to cripple him.
