His friends?
Old Bho's eyes flashed with a cold menacing look, his grip tightening on his silver-handle cane the longer he stared.
Such an imposing aura made even Chen Su's bodyguards sweat, but Chen Su was indifferent with a slight smile on his lips.
"Calm down, old fool, I'm not an idiot who would go about harming them."
Speaking, Chen Su snapped his fingers and someone took out a fat cigar for him.
When in his mouth, another took out a lighter and humbly lit the cigar for his master.
"Old fool, we all know we don't like each other since young… we've grown all these years to our late ages without ever poking each other's tail. So do you think it's at this age that I will start looking for endless trouble knowing my son will soon take over my Su clan and Industry empire?"
That would be a silly move.
If he wanted to make a move on them, he would've tried to do so a long time ago in his younger years when he still had more vitality and strength in his to cause a storm.
