Lu Zhenghong parachuted into Handong, not to be a grandson, but to be a father.
The Zhao family, which has been entrenched for many years, really thinks that Handong is their back garden? Greet? Give me some power? Playing dirty? Sorry, I don't like this. You guys are all over the place in Handong, right? Okay, then I will poke a hole in this piece of sky and replace it with a sun.
I hold Shang Fang's sword in my hand, just to flip the table. Aren't you all entangled in factions, and don't you like to play official Tai Chi? I want to start from the economic problem that you are most proud of, get to the bottom of it, and remove the firepower from the bottom of the cauldron. Those who follow me may not prosper; those who go against me must perish!
This is a war with no retreat. Do the Zhao family think they can crush me to death like they crushed my predecessor? I, Lu Zhenghong, am standing here, wanting to see who is ultimately uprooted and swept into the garbage heap of history.
From today on, I have the final say in the world of Handong. It's time to change the rules in this game of chess.
