Wang Zhuang watched as Zhang Liang bowed in apology, and for a moment, he began to doubt whether he had misjudged the situation.
Who was Zhang Liang? He was the scion of the Zhang family in Zhangzhou, in the city's circles of the elite. There were few who didn't know who Zhang Liang was. Even the mayor's son, upon seeing Zhang Liang, would have to call him Brother Liang...
Yet here was this imposing figure, Zhang Liang, who not only did nothing when his underlings were beaten, but was actually apologizing to the one who had just assaulted them...
Wang Zhuang even felt as if he were dreaming...
"Your underlings are quite impressive, aren't they? The old are not dying as they should, and the young are not up to scratch... So? Is this how you usually conduct business?" Old Master Qin looked over at Zhang Liang.
By now, sweat was already visible on Zhang Liang's forehead.
