Chen Wei leaned back in the iron chair, the metallic clinking of his handcuffs accompanying his absurd words like a jagged rhythm.
"Ha, 'good brothers'?" He sneered, sweeping a glance over Father Shen’s contorted face. His eyes were filled with contempt and disdain, showing no remorse whatsoever. "Shen Jue, if you had truly seen me as a brother, you wouldn't have monopolized the Beicheng market!"
He lunged forward, the veins in his neck bulging. "You knew I had grand ambitions—how could I ever be content living in your shadow? Watching you stand at the pinnacle, bathed in glory, I spent every day racking my brain, desperate to drag you down!"
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