Song Maowen was overjoyed. They had gotten their hands on the main target.
Zhao Jinze, his face swollen around the mouth and nose, glared with furious rage, his body struggling relentlessly to break free.
"Let my son go!"
"If you want someone, come for me!"
But the two men beside him held him down firmly, and he couldn't move an inch.
"Bring him in."
Ecstatic, Song Maowen hurriedly told his subordinate to bring the person in.
In the middle of the room, Scarface and the others exchanged a look and couldn't help but shake their heads.
'Now that they'd caught him, the matter was entirely in the hands of Fifth Master's family.'
'The old bastard talks a big game, but behind everyone's back, he sends men to capture his enemy's family. He's a truly insidious piece of work.'
'They all made a mental note to be wary. If they ever had a falling out with him in the future, they would have to strike first.'
