There was a sudden shower in the middle of the afternoon and cold raindrops pattered against windows and roofs. The wind blew but it could not blow away the anger and hate in Distinguished Gathering. 

Crash! Gu Ding-Shan smashed a piece of valuable porcelain in his hand to the floor. The teapot shattered into pieces and the premium oolong tea it held spread all over the floor. 

“Macau’s Gambling King was not able to make that punk bankrupt and he even won a billion from us!” This incident was as if someone had spat in the face of Gu Ding-Shan and he was sickened by it. 

Gu Ke-Wu spoke tentatively, “I can’t figure out how Xia Lei moved so much money in such a short period of time. If only Xu Lang had been faster; we would’ve been able to hold onto that money.” 

“Dad, Brother, isn’t it obvious? That was Shentu Tian-Yin’s territory. She must’ve helped him move it, that hateful bitch. Brother, you’re smitten with her but she’s so in love with that punk it’s like she’s possessed. I feel injustice for you when I think of how she and that Xia Lei were sweetly and happily dancing around on that dance floor!”

Gu Ke-Wu...