When Chang Chunweng got out of the car, glimpses could be seen of two young girls lying across in the rear trunk.
They had long been stripped bare, yet it was unclear what inhuman torture they endured in the car. Now they appeared half-conscious, pale-faced, curled up pitiably, unable to call for help.
As Lin Lianwei stepped out of the car, under everyone's gaze, someone handed him a coat, gently draping it over him.
Though it was midsummer, the mountaintop air still held a chill, and of course, this gesture was to underscore his flair.
"So, the legendary number one in Jiangdong, the Baili Patriarch, is just an old bastard like you?"
Lin Lianwei looked at Baili Xi standing outside the villa gates, laughed disdainfully, and spoke derisively.
"Lin's second son, Lin Lianwei?! You and your brother are indeed cut from the same mold; the Lin Family Master surely taught you well!" Baili Xi retorted sarcastically.
"Shut up!"
