A war
Mr. Hu went speechless and subconsciously agreed with Ling Qingyu's words. His group of gangs was filled with factional fights and power struggles.
"I gotta go if you don't mind, Mr. Hu." Ling Qingyu smiled and walked past him. "So, please excuse me."
Xiao Yue stuck with her, preparing for any moves should Mr. Hu take. Ling Qingyu was confident there wasn't going to be any problem in this place.
Once the old man made a move, he was doomed. Although for his son, he desired vengeance it hadn't consumed his rationality.
"Ms. Ling should know, that accidents happen every day. Don't think the thunder will never strike the same place?" Mr. Hu said.
"I'll take care of my own business. I trust my own security team and my luck." Ling Qingyu slowed down but kept walking.
"What about your employees then, Ms. Ling? Can you take care of them on a daily basis?"