Bringing It to an End

Bringing It to an End

With Yang Wanjun dead, all that remained was to deal with the few members of the Long family—the grandfather and grandsons—and it would be more or less over.

As far as the eye could see, corpses lay everywhere.

Property prices around the Long residence were about to plummet.

It was all the Long family's fault.

Long Boqi was still over there kicking Long Bowen.

Long Dafu trembled as he clutched his own throat.

His blood was nearly drained dry.

Long Qingyuan had regained some of his senses.

He saw the once-glorious Long family reduced to ruins.

His collapse was beyond words.

Watching Long Qingyuan's bedraggled state, Shen Wuxiao could not help shaking his head.

"Old thing, tell me, what are you struggling for?"

There was really no need for Shen Wuxiao to kill this old man.

Alive, he was more useful than dead.

People in his position could not simply be killed on a whim.

Third Uncle was waiting to take over his seat.

Long Qingyuan straightened his clothes. "Shen Wuxiao, do you think you've won? Has it occurred to you that everything may only be beginning?"

"Heh heh heh, hahahahaha! Kill this old man, then!"

Long Qingyuan closed his eyes, utterly fearless.

Shen Wuxiao shook his head. "Wishful thinking. If I kill you, your story ends here. You'd die in office—who knows, the higher-ups might even grant you a posthumous honor."

"But if I strip you of everything and turn you into a traitor who sold out his country, reviled by all, that would be different."

"For all this, I have to thank you for raising two fine grandsons. One was driven by your family's persecution into a heart full of vengeance, while the other specializes in screwing you over."

As he spoke, he