Shen Qingshan looked out at the city. "In twenty years, I've seen too many people."
"Talented or untalented, hardworking or taking shortcuts, upright or devious—I can tell at a glance who can live and who deserves to die."
He turned around and looked at Zhao Wei. "I don't know what kind of person your grandson is, but you do."
Zhao Wei's expression changed. "Sir..."
Shen Qingshan raised a hand to cut him off.
"I won't hold you responsible for this, but there are two things you must do."
"First, your grandson must take responsibility for sending people to keep an eye on Song Chen's family. Second, starting today, you and your grandson are to leave Nanjiang Province and never come back."
Zhao Wei's pupils contracted sharply. He looked at Shen Qingshan pleadingly. "Sir!"
Shen Qingshan's gaze remained calm. "Do you object?"
Zhao Wei looked into those eyes. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
He lowered his head. "No."
Shen Qingshan nodded. "Then go take care of it."
Zhao Wei turned and walked over to Song Chen.
His gaze lingered on Song Chen's face for a few seconds. It was cold, resentful, and furious, but in the end, he suppressed it all.
He said nothing and turned to leave.
Half an hour later, Zhao Chenggang arrived with Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei had lost a lot of weight since a month ago. When he saw Song Chen, his face paled for a moment, but he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.
Zhao Chenggang stood before the Garrison Commander.
"Sir, my grandson was foolish and offended Song Chen. He should apologize."
Shen Qingshan said nothing. In a matter like this, actions mattered, not words.
Zhao Chenggang turned to look