On the other end of the line, Sun Fusheng's pupils shrank, and the veins on the hand gripping the phone bulged.
"Wu Liangchen!"
"That's right, it's me." Wu Liangchen's voice was as calm as ever, carrying an almost imperceptible, mocking undertone.
Sun Fusheng struggled to calm himself. "What is it you want?"
"Nothing much. Just calling to let you know that I've destroyed this factory of yours, too."
Sun Fusheng wasn't surprised.
The caller ID clearly showed it was the factory's private, internal line.
And for him to be calling from there obviously meant the factory had already been breached.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound calm, as if he couldn't care less.
"So what if you did? The Sun family has numerous factories under its control. Do you really think you can shake my foundation with this little trick? How naive. Heh…"
Before Sun Fusheng could finish his scoff, Wu Liangchen cut him off.
