After looking over the money, Shen Jiandong glanced at Wang Yan, who was smoking with a smile, then turned back to Shen Xing.
"He gave you money too?"
"Yeah." Shen Xing nodded.
"Don't take his money. Give it back to him. Have some backbone." Shen Jiandong turned to Wang Yan. "Don't work for me anymore. My little temple can't accommodate a great Buddha like you. Go find your own way."
Wang Yan knew what had happened. Guo Limin must have rushed back earlier, and Wang Yan had left quickly too. On top of that, Guo Limin had been driving the car Shen Xing was supposed to be driving and had looked especially panicked. Shen Jiandong must have seen it and questioned Guo Limin.
The moment he heard that more than twenty people with guns had kidnapped someone, he must have been frantic with worry. He had probably already started calling people to rescue his own nephew. Had it been any later, they might have gone there themselves to save him.
"Old Shen, you still misunderstand me a little." Wang Yan smiled. "What happened today really was my fault, but this place is just like this. It's not like you can live safely and steadily just by being honest and law-abiding. The more honest you are, the less secure you'll be. But if you aren't honest, you won't live long either. You've been getting by here for over ten years. You should know people around here.
"Why have you been able to do business here in peace? Because you have Sang Kang backing you. And what is Sang Kang? A drug lord, a warlord. The money you make by working for them is clean? You old bastard, and you still look down on money I robbed? After all these years here,