The warehouse was huge, its goods stacked neatly.
In an empty corner, Jiang Yongqiang, who had chased Jiang Xun so aggressively at school that afternoon, now lay tightly bound on the floor, filthy and bruised, letting out faint, feeble cries.
Jiang Yongqiang had not really meant to do anything to Jiang Xun. He had only taken out a dagger to scare him. Who could have imagined that a young man would appear out of nowhere and beat him senseless, leaving him unable to fight back, or that Jiang Xun would kick him afterward?
That little bastard used to cower like a quail, letting me hit and curse him however I pleased. Now he's like a completely different person.
Becoming a rich family's young master really does change things.
Afterward, security had thrown Jiang Yongqiang out of the school, and he had limped off toward the small motel where he was temporarily staying.
Who knew that halfway there, a group of men in black would suddenly appear, tie him up, and bundle him into a car in no time?
At first, he had thought they were debt collectors, but he soon realized something was wrong.
Those thugs who collected debts would never wear matching suits and ties. These men looked just like the bodyguards on TV.
Jiang Yongqiang recalled the men who had suddenly barged into his home and beaten him up a while ago. They had been dressed the same way.
Could they be from the Jiang Family?
As Jiang Yongqiang lay there, frightened and lost in wild speculation, he suddenly heard footsteps outside.
He turned to look, astonishment filling his swollen, reddened eyes. Wasn't the young man leading them the same one from the school that afternoon?
Jiang Yongqiang inadvertently met those calm eyes, now covered in frost and