And such a heavy taste!
Old Jiang?!
It's Old Jiang?!
At the same time, a huge doubt lingered in his mind—if Tan Lang could accept Old Jiang's appearance, then all these years, he's willingly followed my orders, enduring in silence—could it be that he harbors some unspeakable delusions about me?
Li Xiaotian's face was starting to turn pale.
...
A fierce battle ensued, seasoned soldiers against a bunch of drugged-out addicts, and the situation quickly tipped to one side!
Li Xiaotian looked around, knowing he couldn't delay any longer!
His eyes were bloodshot, and at this moment, he slowly drew a weapon from his chest:
"All these years, using my money to raise these people, Tan Lang, you must be proud, right?"
But Tan Lang shook his head: "You can't say that. Over these years, the account only had tens of millions, to be honest, the effort doesn't match the reward. I think, Brother Li, you're a bit stingy both in life and work."
