The fierce pit bull went flying like a kicked ball, soaring a great distance before slamming into the wall by the entrance. It hit the ground hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The onlookers’ eyes widened in shock. They stared at Su Yan in disbelief. The two soldiers guarding the door looked at him, their eyes full of sympathy and pity. They knew Zhu Bingjian better than anyone; arrogant and domineering, he relied on his family's power and influence to treat everyone with contempt. In Zhu Bingjian’s eyes, the life of a common person wasn't even worth as much as the dog he kept at home.
Zhu Bingjian’s grandfather was a retired national tax official, his father was the Finance Minister of Yunhai, and his mother was a bank president. Having grown up surrounded by immense wealth, he believed money was everything. A closer look at his clothing revealed patterns of ancient copper coins embroidered in gold thread on his cuffs and pant hems—symbols of both his wealth and his power.
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