Chapter 687 The Rules

• Su Chong lounged with both legs thrown up on the table, a feral glare burning in his eyes. The guards behind him snapped their rifles up, swelling their boss’s swagger without saying a word.
• Su Yang looked even cockier, hiding behind power like a mutt with a big backer. His bandaged right hand slammed the table. He glared and barked, “Yeah. We want an explanation. Otherwise, this doesn’t end today!”
• Qian Yuncai kept his eyes half-closed, lazy as ever, playing the scion who couldn’t be bothered. Fu Gui, standing beside him, finally frowned, clearly fed up. He stepped forward, calm but firm, and said: