The Twelve-story Building was annihilated overnight, news spread, stirring up a huge disturbance.
Many people did not know it was Lin Mo's doing.
But at this moment, in the Gongsun Family.
Thump!
Gongsun Zhuo fell back into his chair with a thud, his face undergoing a range of changes as he listened to the reports from his subordinates.
Finally, his expression turned into an abyss of dark clouds and resentment, "Lin Mo, boy, you killed my son, killed my wife, this vengeance, is irreconcilable!!"
"Lord Zhuo, please calm your wrath! The elder has yet to return from the United States, if we cause any more trouble now, the Gongsun Family would be completely destroyed!"
"At times like this, we must keep our composure, otherwise, I'm afraid the Gongsun Family might not maintain its dominant position in Shanghai."
