One day passed.
However, this one day felt like weeks, years, and even an eternity to some people, especially the suffering ones.
Linfeng was making sure that all media channels and newspapers would know of Xiong De's crimes. He wanted Xiong De to feel ashamed even when he was in prison. He wanted Xiong De's ancestors to blame the scum for all the evil things he had done.
Xiong De would never have an easy life, until he dies.
At this moment, his phone rang.
"Hey, little bro! How are you doing?"
"..."
Linfeng checked the number again. It was only a string of numbers, with no caller ID.
This was his personal phone and only important people should have this number. Now, who was this unknown idiot being overly friendly with him over the phone?
He did not remember becoming this close to such people.
"I'm sorry but who are you?"
"...." The man on the other line turned silent.
