Dong Lianhua left, disgruntled and dejected.
Wu Xu took a sip of beer and smiled, "Brother Jun, you went a bit overboard there. That Zhong Chou, I don't think he will let this go easily. Now with assassinations and bombings, Junshan is turbulent. Don't stir up unnecessary trouble."
Zhao Jun smirked coldly, "Zhong Chou, huh, just because he has a mayor for a dad doesn't mean he's all that. The Junshan Municipal Committee isn't as calm as before; who rises and falls depends on their methods."
Wu Xu was somewhat surprised, "Could it be that the Junshan Municipal Committee is also engaged in this power struggle? Seems I underestimated those cunning old foxes in the political realm."
A thought struck Wu Xu as he looked upwards at Zhao Jun.
A cluster of white qi with seventy-one high-level counts, containing more than twenty strands of red qi that were dazzlingly bright and exuded a wealthy aura.
