"I mean it, hurry over here, I want him to rot in jail, to be brutally violated by countless men, and to be tortured mercilessly..."
"Where's your father? Let him take the phone."
"I'm afraid he's... he's already dead." Ling Xiao looked at the collapsing skyscrapers and thought to himself that even if his father had been alive before, he probably was smashed to death by those buildings by now.
"Just a moment."
Zhang Qing was still skeptical about what Ling Xiao said. He hurriedly picked up the landline and tried to call Ling Zi Qiang, but the constant busy signal sent a chill down his spine. Could it be that the chairman of the Ling Group was truly gone?
"Uncle Zhang, please bring people over quickly."
"Okay, Mr. Ling, don't get agitated. No matter who it is, as long as they have committed a crime, I will definitely not show leniency and will bring them to justice."
