Ma Qingkun was woken up in the early hours.
"Boss, someone burned down our printing plant!" the manager of the printing plant said anxiously over the phone.
"What?" Ma Qingkun almost thought he had misheard.
"A group of men just stormed in and drove all our people out, then set fire to the printing plant! All the equipment was burned!"
"Wait a moment!" Ma Qingkun went to the bathroom, washed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was a little round, taking after his father, Golden Horse Ma Zhihai.
Although he lacked the baleful aura of his father's generation, everything he had been exposed to and witnessed growing up had given him an imposing presence ordinary people lacked.
After washing his face, Ma Qingkun's gaze sharpened.
He returned to the bedroom and picked up the phone. "Tell me again!"
After hearing the account a second time, Ma Qingkun's eyes filled with restless menace.
"Who did it? Did those people say anything?"
"No..."
"Understood!" Ma Qingkun put down the phone, vicious anger rising inside him.
"Someone actually dared touch our Ma Family's property! Do they think our family no longer exists?"
He had kept a relatively low profile during his years on Hong Kong Island, but that did not mean he had a good temper.
He had grown up hearing about his father and uncle's exploits and had seen plenty of such things.
But just as he took over the family's affairs, the older generation fled to Taiwan.
That was why he kept a low profile.
"People from the underworld..." It did not occur to Ma Qingkun that Gu Sheng had done it.
It seemed more like the work of some small, clueless gang that might know nothing about the Ma Family of old.
But small gangs