The saying money could solve anything appeared to not work in this scenario. Ling Qingyu scratched her hair on the back of her head like crazy.
Her connections were too short to provide sufficient help. Spending money on the gangs? It likely worked but what if they didn't follow her script?
These unstable factors would never suffice. This didn't work. That didn't work. AHhh! Ling Qingyu wanted to scream.
Except for directing the public sentiment, nothing was available on the table. Ling Qingyu watched Tang Ziyi from the corner of her eyes.
Now the only help was from her General Tang. But what could one person accomplish? She shook her head inwardly.
After she heard the announcer on the television exclaim: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we heard another terrible news, that a gunfight is going on as we spoke. I feel like what Mr. Qing predicted just a few minutes ago had come true. Let's see the videos uploaded by Mr. X where he captured the scene with his phone camera."
