He liked the look of desperation on Mo Liang's face. It was the same one that the bastard had brought out in Mei Mei many times as he tortured her mentally and verbally.
"Assistant Xu, find out what projects we can put on that land. It is big enough for small condos, a small hospital, or a B and B...."
The chains rattled scraping against marble, groaning was heard and Mo Liang tried to leap at Jingzhe. The prison guards held him back forcefully and the warden slapped him again.
Assistant Xu came to believe that maybe the man just enjoyed slapping Mo Liang.
Jingzhe exhaled, the air felt somewhat sweeter and he was willing to accept the old man's will now. As the patriarch, he could do whatever he wanted with the rest of the property the Mo's owned.
The will did not stipulate that he change his name, just that he protected the family home. How he did that was up to his choosing.
"So, how is prison life?" He asked Mo Liang.
Silence.
Mo Liang glared at him.
