Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze from the unfamiliar street scene and paced in the room, curling his left arm to support his right elbow, lightly tapping his forehead with his fingers, pondering in his mind what exactly Wuxin meant.
What does it mean to use any means necessary, without scruples?
Here in Liangzhou City, he had neither friends nor any influence. Just the last time when Dongfang Ximing's group hijacked Xu Sixing, they coerced the local hooligans to take him to the local tyrant and forcibly obtained the intelligence.
At that time, Li Hu even retorted to the steward, saying he would not associate with lawbreakers.
Reflecting now, he probably can't mix in that path anymore, which might be good, doing some legitimate business is more stable than before...
