Outside Dachang City.
A helicopter was flying away into the distance.
It was Wang Xiaoming's private aircraft.
But Wang Xiaoming was in an unprecedentedly terrible mood today, because his younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, had died.
He had watched helplessly as his useless younger brother was shot dead by Yang Jian. The feeling at the time had left him both furious and deeply powerless.
"Why didn't you ask me for help sooner? Why didn't you listen to me from the beginning? You useless idiot, wouldn't it have been better to obediently be a rich second-generation heir? Why did you have to start some club? You even dared to hire someone to kill people. After making such a huge mistake, how am I supposed to save you? How am I supposed to save you?"
Sitting in the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming clenched his fists tightly. Though he did his utmost to suppress his emotions, the death of a family member still filled him with grief and rage.
Yet he did not choose to retaliate against Yang Jian.
Because Wang Xiaoming knew that he could not kill a person in charge just because his own brother had been a criminal.
If he did that, it would only cause even greater losses.
And the death of his younger brother Wang Xiaoqiang would only make Dachang City better in the future.
Responsibility, reason, family, and emotion clashed together, leaving Wang Xiaoming in immense pain.
The accompanying staff aboard the helicopter did not dare speak at this moment.
They knew that Professor Wang was in an extremely bad mood. It was better not to disturb him now.
"Professor, something seems wrong outside."
The observer in the co-pilot's seat suddenly spoke. "Take a look at the sky outside. It's getting dark too quickly. It isn't even four in