Jin Siyu really managed to make a meal as complicated as could be, carrying on until the food had nearly gone cold before he finally stopped.
Then, as the overhead viewpoint rose higher and higher, until it could encompass the entirety of Dead Wind Canyon, one would discover that a massive upheaval was unfolding from every direction, sweeping across the whole canyon.
This year, he had even reached an agreement with Shao Yifu and was on the verge of swallowing up Shao's Cinema Chain. Now he was forcing him and Jiahe to sell their theaters to him. If it had been any other Hong Kong tycoon, he would have had ways to deal with them, but Du Qi not only had powerful connections—he also had money.
In the pitch-black night, even from a lofty vantage point, it should have been impossible to identify the enemy's positions so clearly. Yet Lin Xucheng spoke with remarkable simplicity and precision.
The man in the evil ghost mask indeed appeared behind Lin Xucheng, his hands already reaching for Lin Xucheng's face.
"Uh... not bad. It truly is a rare fine wine in the Central Plains," Zhou Qinchuan said somewhat against his conscience.
He was so angry that he wanted to drag her up and thoroughly clear the matter up, but seeing her pale, weak appearance, he could not bear it. He could only kick the nearby table and slam the door as he left.
The door was kicked open, followed by a burst of bullets. The two people hiding in the corner shrank their necks as bullets skimmed past their heads and struck the wall behind them with a series of dull thuds.
He took a nap in the ghost restaurant at Jia Jia's home. At daybreak, he found the Ghost King's lair, smashed