"Yes. A few months ago, I took over Mengcheng. Now, Mengcheng is mine."
"Oh." That was the good thing about people with strong mental fortitude; they didn't startle easily.
Bo Leng closed his palm, and the holographic virtual screen before him vanished. He then picked up a teacup from the coffee table and sipped his tea leisurely, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
After a moment, he asked her, "How did you come by it?"
He meant: How did Mengcheng fall into your hands?
Si Mingjing explained, "Shurong developed diabetes some time ago. A traditional medicine expert formulated a prescription requiring Dragon Algae, an herb found only in the tombs beneath Mengcheng. It's said that only the future City Lord of Mengcheng can enter those tombs. As it happened, I managed to get in, so the people of Mengcheng wanted me to be their City Lord..."
Bo Leng listened to her explanation, then said curtly, "Speak plainly."
