"Who the hell are you! I, Lai Zhiyong, haven't offended you, have I?"
On the raft, Lai Zhiyong's face was ashen with rage and fear as he glared at Liang Yuan on the wooden hut.
He had painstakingly managed the black market for half a year, and the power he had carefully built up was completely ruined by this guy who appeared out of nowhere!
His heart was filled with overwhelming anger and hatred, yet he also felt fear and trepidation.
This person before him was too powerful, so much so that despite using all his means, he was still no match against him.
For now, he could only try to stabilize the situation and think of other ways later.
Liang Yuan glanced over Lai Zhiyong and briefly looked at the young man who was tied up.
The young man's mouth was gagged, making muffled sounds as if trying to say something, but the words were unclear.
Liang Yuan just glanced at him and focused back on Lai Zhiyong.
He did not want the other side to notice his attention on the young man.
