Chapter 115 Digging Up the Dirt

• The man had been beaten black and blue. He forced his swollen eyes open, scanned the seats, then pointed straight at Su Wenlin. “Him, Su Wenlin—he’s the one who told me to stir up trouble. Said he’d give me 1,5 million.”
• Su Wenlin’s gaze skittered, a guilty dodge. He scrambled for a lie. “You’re slandering me! I don’t even know you! Who the hell told you to do anything?”
• Beaten to a pulp over this mess, the man’s hatred for Su Wenlin had hit the ceiling. He pried open his puffed, misshapen eyelids, glared daggers, and snarled, “Su Wenlin, you bastard! If not for you, I wouldn’t be here raising hell. Now I’m screwed, and you think you can walk away clean? Listen up: if I get jailed for extortion, you’re not getting off easy either!” Blood dribbled from his mouth where broken teeth had cut his gums.