You Shaoqiang didn't mind his attitude and asked in the same calm tone.
"Hm?"
"Your Unity Association really has deep pockets. So, what's this about now? Are you thinking of financing me a little, too?"
Zhuang Jingfa's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, but his posture remained relaxed as he asked.
He genuinely hadn't known about this.
He knew his big brother had been raising funds from outside sources, stockpiling "ammunition," but he never imagined the amount was this large.
Now...
The man was dead.
'There's no way they expect the Zhuang Family to pay it back, right?'
"You must be joking. What I mean is, the funds Zhuang Yingcheng raised should be in a bank in Switzerland. I don't know which one. Now that he's dead, I can't find the money, and I wonder who can."
"The Zhuang Family's business is your own affair. I have no intention of meddling, nor can I be bothered with the effort. But the person responsible must be held accountable."
