The low voice seemed to carry a faint, invisible pressure, making everyone present shudder despite themselves.
Jiang Siming was in a terrible mood right now. These people had walked right into the line of fire.
While everyone was still stunned, Jiang Siming no longer felt like being too serious with them. He left straight away.
The rooftop pool of Villa No. 9.
Jiang Siming sat there alone, staring at the gray, heavy sky, drinking in solitude.
Had Guang Jun been wrong?
No! He had not. Faced with two difficult choices, anyone would hesitate.
What saddened Jiang Siming was not Guang Jun's deception or concealment, but the fact that he himself was now hesitating in his resolve for revenge.
Perhaps this was exactly the situation Guang Jun had faced back then. On one side was his best brother, and on the other was his father.
Now it had fallen to Jiang Siming. If that moment truly came, could he really bring himself to do it? Were Brother Long and Taozi's deaths just going to go unavenged? Were brothers really going to turn against each other as enemies? Or cut ties and never speak again for the rest of their lives? None of that was what Jiang Siming wanted to see!
"No matter what, the Yellow Springs Underworld must be destroyed!"
The three-day deadline passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Siming had more or less calmed his emotions.
Brother Long and Taozi's deaths had to be avenged. Perhaps this was just fate playing tricks on him.
That extended Lincoln stopped in front of Villa No. 9.
Jiang Siming got into the car, and Qin Bei looked at him with a face full of smiles.
"Let's go! The old man has already made preparations over there to welcome you and