At Zhao Junkai's residence, Zhao Junkai sat alone on a wooden chair on the lawn, swinging his legs. Too many things have happened recently. Zhong Baitao killed several big figures of the Xingwu Gang while at the top. Even more so, Zhong Baitao even proposed surrendering to the Revitalization Association. If the Xingwu Gang surrendered to the enemy's Revitalization Association, the boss would probably crawl out in a fit of rage by now!
"Junkai! Junkai!" Younger brother Zhao Junkai's voice broke his heart.
Zhao Junkai took a deep breath, lifted his right leg, and placed it on the chair: "What about what I asked you to check?"
"Junkai, look!" The younger brother handed the folder to Zhao Junkai.
Zhao Junkai glanced at it and trembled slightly from anger: "Is the news true?"
