Wang Jie had always thought his uncle was a hypocrite. He tore away the Wang Family's usual facade, determined to show Gao Ming what his uncle was really like.
Walking toward the nearest room, Wang Jie raised his hand to open the door when a powerful beam of light suddenly shone on him from afar.
"Don't move!"
A pitch-black gun barrel was aimed at Wang Jie. The speaker wore a cold, sinister expression and no protective gear whatsoever. His upper body was bare, his deathly pale skin covered in all kinds of tattoos. His eyes were sunken, both bloodshot, as though he had not slept in a very long time.
"Well, well, if it isn't my second cousin, the model student. Your dad was always so proud of you, showing off how outstanding you were ever since we were kids. How did you end up like this?" Wang Jie's words were vicious, and it was clear he had been nursing a great deal of resentment for years.
"Get out. You don't belong here." The young man showed Wang Jie no courtesy and was not afraid of him in the slightest. He looked utterly haggard, yet the hand holding his gun was steady.
"Wang Qi, if you were half as good as your older brother, you wouldn't be locked up in this factory." Wang Jie ignored the young man and the gun aimed at him, turning to introduce him to Gao Ming. "My uncle has two sons and a daughter. His eldest son is the office director of the General Bureau's North Harbor Investigation Office. He inherited every bit of my uncle's hypocrisy and always acts like the heir apparent at home, the little bastard. This is his younger son. People used to call him a genius, but his mother manufactured