The news was reporting on the explosion in Yanjing North Alley, and Fatty Wang looked at Lin Zhifang's worried face with delight. Who would have thought that a casual remark could lead to such a large-scale event? He had indeed underestimated those people. As the third generation leader of the Wang Family, he wouldn't be so easily fooled. He downed the red wine in his glass with one gulp, squinting his eyes, his expression suddenly stern, a glint of coldness in his eyes; anyone who humiliated the Wang Family must die.
"Young Master, a call from the master," a servant suddenly approached and said respectfully.
"Take it in the study."
After the servant left, Fatty Wang picked up the phone.
"Your third uncle just passed on a message. Was the incident in North Alley your doing? The city committee has already taken action, determined to protect that person with the surname Xiao," a serious voice came from the other end of the line.
