Zhang Meilin understood.
Song Guanchao's words summed up in one sentence: He must fight!
If he doesn't fight, he'll end up having a rift with Song Guanchao.
Only by fighting does he become truly one of them.
Zhang Meilin wasn't someone to dilly-dally. Once he made sense of this logic, he looked at Li He, who had extended his face toward him, and the suppressed anger in his eyes was completely released.
He was also a man full of vigor and verve, not to mention the head of Dujiang City.
He was slapped in the face at the banquet scene.
No one could endure such humiliation.
Although he pretended not to care, the frustration within him was something only he knew.
Even if he advanced to the provincial level in the future, what happened last night would still be a thorn in his heart.
And now, he had the chance for revenge.
He could release this humiliation with pleasure.
"Slap!"
Zhang Meilin delivered a heavy slap.
He didn't hold back.
