Wen Shaoyu had grown up pampered and privileged. There were no uncles or brothers above him fighting him for the family fortune, nor anyone beneath him foolish enough to offend him. The title of young master of the Wen family was enough to ensure that people fawned over him unconditionally wherever he went.
But there was no accounting for the children of officials blinded by power. The tiger had taken a nap, and two wild monkeys had actually begun to think they ruled the mountain.
The sons of the Public Security Bureau Director and the City Secretary-General had watched all those business executives bow and scrape to please their fathers at home. As a result, they believed they were the supreme authority in Lincheng-even a dragon would have to coil up before them.
Once people developed certain inexplicable notions, they would remember how they had once humbled themselves before Wen Shaoyu, and all those feelings turned into humiliated rage.
Wen Shaoyu's men had long been stationed here undercover, keeping watch to prevent them from getting their hands on things that should never appear here. Though they had resented it before, their fear of the Wen family had forced them to endure it and indulge in secret.
As time passed and Wen Shaoyu made no move, their suppressed malice finally erupted beyond their control. They thought he was nothing more than someone operating in the criminal underworld and its gray areas. Faced with political power, wouldn't he still have to obey their fathers?
Otherwise, a single word would be enough to wipe out their base.
Unfortunately, they saw only the surface and failed to understand that there was always a higher mountain, always someone more powerful.
They remembered only how those executives had fawned over their fathers at home, utterly unaware