After hearing Cang Zhihui's words, Chen Mo understood as expected that none of these old fellows were simple. His words sounded ordinary, but they covered every angle. With just a few sentences, he had made Liu Jun sound like a good man.
If Chen Mo continued to press Liu Jun and the Liu Family, then it would mean he intended to retaliate against a pillar of the nation. Besides, Liu Jun was Cang Zhihui's right-hand man. If something happened to Liu Jun, who would complete Cang Zhihui's tasks in the future? Chen Mo himself?
The implication in Cang Zhihui's words was guiding Chen Mo to think about all that. With so many things involved, did Chen Mo still have the nerve to extort Liu Jun?
"Hehe! Boss Cang is right, and I agree as well! But since a mistake was made, there should be punishment, shouldn't there? Only by punishing past wrongdoing can one prevent future wrongdoing. If mistakes go uninvestigated and no lesson is learned, what happens when they make the same mistake again? This time, they offended me. If we just let it pass and they fail to remember the lesson, what if they offend someone even stronger than me later? What then?"
Refusing to take advantage of an opportunity delivered right to his door would be a crime. There had already been bad blood between them, so what was wrong with not letting it go? Chen Mo's fists were bigger now, and he did not need to care about anyone's words. The meaning behind his words was that he rejected Cang Zhihui's argument. And as for Liu Jun's matter, unless blood was drawn, Chen Mo would absolutely not forgive it.
Cang Zhihui and Liu Jun's expressions immediately darkened when they heard that. They knew their earlier words