The blood silently rose, silently fell.
It was as if even the screams had disappeared.
In the deadly silence, Wood Cottage did not look at Fourth Aunt's face that seemed as if her mother had died, nor did he care if she would lose her composure in anger and attack him recklessly.
From the very beginning, she was never the focus.
She was not the opponent he needed to deal with today, no matter how troublesome she might be, she was insignificant compared to the real challenge.
The true orchestrator was sitting at the top, holding a tea cup, calmly seated, glancing indifferently at the childish antics and absurd counterattacks of the juniors.
That was the true backbone of the Lin family, the Elder, the pillar, one of the controllers of the shadow world in the Southeast Asia region, and has been the undisputed leader of the Triad for fifty years.
Old Dragon Head, Lin Wei did not fear.
All of this, wasn't it orchestrated by him?
