Wu Zhenglin gripped the sword scabbard in both hands, and despite his power as a Great Grandmaster, he was actually trembling. He could particularly feel the scabbard heating up, as if it were a Fire Dragon. To hold a sword for Mr. Su was an immense honor.
The old Tang Family ancestor looked on with some envy—Old Wu had struck it big, but don't forget, Tang Zijun's surname was Tang, not Wu.
But now it seemed the Wu Family had grown too close to Mr. Su. He felt the Tang Family should increase their investment—Mr. Su appeared to have a fondness for treasures, as evidenced by his previous treatment of the Shi Family.
So, the Tang Family would continue to burn money, letting the young child Heng spend tens of billions in Handong and not return until he had done so.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a scream resounded. Liu Xingrong's robe exploded, and he suffered severe injuries, spurting blood in a frenzy, appearing as though he was on the verge of being beaten to death.
"Damn it!"