The night wind was cold, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.
Lin Family.
Lin Chongwu reclined leisurely in a grand chair, sipping tea. Getting rid of Jiang Cheng had finally eased the frustration in his chest.
As for the Jiang Family's retaliation, he did not take it seriously.
Not to mention that all traces had already been cleaned up—even if the Jiang Family found out, the Lin Family had nothing to fear.
Unless that little girl from the Qin Family intervened. But before making his move, he had investigated and learned that the Jiang Family was merely the Qin Family's business partner in Jiang Cheng.
Lin Chongwu did not believe Qin Yan would attack the Lin Family over some Jiang Family brat.
On the contrary, the Lin Family might find an opportunity to become the Qin Family's partner and latch onto that great tree.
When that time came, wouldn't Jiang Cheng be ruled by the Lin Family alone?
"Old Patriarch, something terrible has happened!"
At that moment, a Lin Family servant stumbled and crawled inside.
"What happened? Can't you be a little more composed?"
Lin Chongwu lifted his eyelids slightly and slowly took a sip of tea.
"The... the family head... he..."
"Why are you stammering?!"
Lin Chongwu frowned, his face full of displeasure.
"Father, let me speak for him."
An indifferent voice sounded from the doorway.
Lin Pengwen walked in slowly with one hand behind his back, followed by a huge crowd.
"Pengwen, what is this?"
Lin Chongwu's expression changed. Doubt and displeasure mingled on his face as he barked sharply.
Lin Pengwen spread his hands, and a servant behind him presented a piece of cloth written in blood.
"Father, you're old. This is the younger generation's era now. Hand the Lin Family over to me."