They had all become sharp thorns that stabbed into qu xiujie's heart. That rainy night, the family that was destroyed by old qu, the home that he could never return to, they all spoke of the pain and darkness of his childhood.
"Young master qu, do you know what your greatest weakness is?"
Charlie squatted down in front of qu xiujie. This once famous Big Shot in the capital's circle of bad guys was now like a dead fish lying on the floor, gasping for breath. He was trying his best to stand up, but the result was not what he wanted.
