Liu Zhizhong was truly stunned, looking at Xiang Wenhua in disbelief.
"Who has such guts to dare make a move against Uncle Xiang? Could it be... is this the real reason you're not attending the Nanyue Meeting?"
Xiang Wenhua nodded coldly, placing the silenced long gun onto the gun rack beside him.
He pulled a chair over to the table next to the gun rack, sat down heavily, and took out a cigarette.
It was then that Liu Zhizhong realized that the gun rack was filled with guns, both long and short, ones he had seen and ones he hadn't.
Below each gun were bright yellow matched bullets.
He quickly pulled out a cigarette to offer to his father-in-law, but Xiang Wenhua had already tossed him one.
Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to catch the cigarette, smiled, sat down, and they each lit a cigarette.
Seeing a large teapot on the table, intricately designed with an ancient flair, he immediately picked it up and poured a cup for Xiang Wenhua.
