That night, Wu Yumin was in a foul mood, as if he'd swallowed gunpowder, finding fault with everyone he saw.

The recent "business" had been ruined. Although Brother Feima hadn't said anything, Wu Yumin knew well that his standing in the other's eyes had plummeted. What infuriated him even more was that the new brat, Su Ming, had dared to hide in the shadows and spy on him.

"Damn it, you don't know what's good for you!"

Wu Yumin crushed the cigarette in his hand and picked up his phone to call Brother Feima.