"Why not just arrest them outright? Why let them burn Ming Currency and wail at the entrance?"
Wu Jie suddenly asked.
Zheng snorted lightly and raised a finger toward the mourning family members dressed in mourning clothes.
"Did you see those big bottles next to them? That's not bottled spring water—pale yellow, with fuses. Damn it, they're filled with gasoline!"
"Damn it! To smear our group's name, some entities are truly going all-out!"
Wu Jie glanced at Tang Xiao, saying:
"The case has just started, and they couldn't even wait to kick up a fuss. I bet they're not after money—they're simply trying to ruin our reputation!"
Tang Xiao nodded slightly and said: "If they were asking for a payout, it would actually simplify things. No contact, no negotiation—just straight-up disruption. It's clear they aren't here for money!"
