Tianwu Prison.
Jiang Yuanzheng was furious. Sitting felt wrong, standing felt worse—nothing was comfortable.
"These barbaric Demon Race savages! They have no manners at all! I, the Fourth Young Master of the Jiang Family, came here to discuss a major deal, and they threw me into a prison cell!"
Zhao Ritian slept soundly, smacking his lips as he turned over and muttered, "Who the hell are you trying to impress?"
"Huh?"
Jiang Yuanzheng looked over. Zhao Ritian was still asleep.
He continued muttering, "Damn Demon Race! A bunch of idiots who can't figure out anything!"
Zhao Ritian spoke in his sleep again. "Save your breath, idiot."
Jiang Yuanzheng looked at him. "Are you fucking asleep or not!?"
Zhao Ritian fell silent again and began snoring.
Jiang Yuanzheng shook his head. "I've never suffered this kind of humiliation in my life! Damn it, once I'm in charge of your investment prospects, let's see who dares treat me like this!"
Zhao Ritian mumbled in his sleep again. "Keep dreaming."
Jiang Yuanzheng could no longer endure it. "Get up! Stop talking like that, you bastard! Today, I—"
Just then, the cell door opened with a clatter.
Bai Jinzi walked in with a smile. "Brother Yuanzheng, why such a temper?"
Jiang Yuanzheng looked at Bai Jinzi and smiled. "Brother Jinzi, wasn't all this your doing?"
Bai Jinzi shook her head. "Do you really think the Tianwu people would trust your Jiang Family? Or the Mo Family? Or that black-hearted merchant, Lu Chengwen, who sheds tears and swindles people left and right?"
Jiang Yuanzheng's brows lowered. "So it really was you?"
Bai Jinzi snorted. "The Bai Family would never stoop to something like this."
Bai Jinzi turned and walked away. "Come. We're going to see the patriarch."
Jiang Yuanzheng was about to leave, but then