"You’re so ruthless towards your mother, are you not afraid she might do something?" Zhou Xian emerged from the lounge.
Earlier, Jun Mochan was discussing matters with Zhou Xian when Mrs. Huo barged in unceremoniously, thus infuriating Jun Mochan.
"I merely reminded her that in her old age, she should enjoy her twilight years peacefully. It’s not good for her to be meddling around."
Zhou Xian gave Jun Mochan a thumbs up: "It’s commendable that you have this realization."
In their kind of families, unless the older generation has passed away, the real power seldom completely falls into their hands.
It’s human nature, especially for those in high positions. They’re used to being flattered and cannot stand being ignored by others.
"You came to find me, it couldn’t be just to praise me, could it?"
If he really had that much free time, he would beat him.
Zhou Xian shook his head: "Of course not, I’m here to tell you that half of that batch of goods has been destroyed. However, One has already contacted the others to bring back the remaining half."
Jun Mochan didn’t speak, only quietly waiting for the next part.
"The Song Family has recently been looking for evidence of us smuggling arms, hasn’t it? If they want proof, let’s give it to them."
Framing and counter-framing, Zhou Xian is not doing this for the first time.
His appearance here today was naturally to avoid suspicion. Only by not being in A City and investigating in other places can he prove his innocence, right?
"Alright, act fast. Once we eliminate the Wen Family, and then cut off a branch of the Song Family, the Song Family will surely suffer major setbacks."
He’d like to see, at that time, with what can the Song Family compete against him.
"Okay, I’m leaving right away. By the way, those terrorists haven’t left yet, be careful." Zhou Xian warned him.
The Wen Family occasionally uses money to shut those people up. The international police are also after them.
Those people are content to hunker down in such a small place. Otherwise, they would have clashed with the Wen Family long ago. How could they stay for so long?
"I know." Jun Mochan’s mouth twitched, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile.
Seeing that he took the hint, Zhou Xian no longer planned to stick around. Just as his hand clasped the doorknob, he suddenly remembered something and added, "By the way, your mother’s favorite Xia Shi is with Wen Zhi."
Zhou Xian’s tone was a little ambiguous. Their many years of tacit understanding allowed Jun Mochan to almost immediately understand his meaning.
"You can still catch them in the act now, if you send someone over. If you’re too late, there’s always a next time, isn’t there?" Zhou Xian spoke first, anticipating what Jun Mochan would say.
Having said that, he quickly opened the door and left.
Leaving Jun Mochan with suppressed anger that had nowhere to vent.
Looking at the closed door, Jun Mochan smiled. His appearance seemed warm and pleasant, yet exuded an overwhelmingly dark aura.
Jun Mochan held his phone, a series of numbers already keyed in. Just as he was about to make the call, he paused.
A thought suddenly arose in his mind, a thought to prevent his mother from forcing Xia Shi into his bed again.
Xia Shi, currently engaging in intimate activities with Wen Zhi, was oblivious that she had become a pawn in Jun Mochan’s scheme.
Xia Shi, who was tossed around by Wen Zhi several times, didn’t wake up until noon.
Hers body felt weak, as if all her strength had been drained.
There was a strange feeling down below too!
Xia Shi was not a naive young girl. When she regained consciousness, she immediately realized what had happened.
She sat up from the bed and looked over to the other side.