The Cold-Blooded Second-Generation Heir

Being a lackey to this extent was pathetic enough, but Feng Jun did not think the man deserved any sympathy.

He was in no hurry to state his position. Instead, he took out a cigarette and lit it, drew deeply, and only after putting some pressure on the other man did he slowly speak. "Then who was it that kept calling out 'Young Master Wu' last night?"

He thought the question cut straight to the heart of the matter, but to his surprise, the short man actually answered with righteous conviction. "I'd have loved not to invoke Young Master Wu's name, but if I gave my own name... would any of you know who I am?"

"Pfft." Wang Haifeng had been drinking tea, but upon hearing that, he could not help spraying it out. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth. "Damn, I've never seen anyone so shameless."

The short man remained utterly unfazed by his words. "The old man said it himself: it doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat. I have resources like this. If I don't know how to use them, then I really don't know how to conduct myself, do I?"

Feng Jun was so angered by that that he truly wanted to hit someone. He spoke in a grim voice. "Then was crashing into my car also a proper use of your resources?"

There was a logical trap in that question. If the other man dared admit he had used Young Master Wu's status, then Feng Jun, as the victim, would have reason to go after the one being "used."

Yet although the short man spouted nonsense and tangled everything up, he answered this question quite aptly. "That wasn't using resources. That