After Lin Zifeng went downstairs, Liu Ruyan had already left.
He was still feeling frustrated—this extravagant Queen had so much money at home, yet insisted on starting her business, which was quite peculiar indeed...
Inside a secret chamber of the Martial Arts Alliance...
Long Zaitian's eyes were downcast. Faced with the pressure from the old man in front of him, he couldn't even stand up straight.
Facing Meng Chanji of the Talent Pavilion, he was even more uncertain.
"That kid is now setting up an intelligence bureau for their Nantian Gang; I suppose you're fully aware of this, aren't you?" Meng Chanji asked with a serene face, hands behind his back, thin lips slightly curled, an aura so subtle yet pulsating with power.
"I'm aware." Long Zaitian nodded. Even if he felt displeased, what else could he do?
"I want to hear your thoughts. What are you planning to do now?" Meng Chanji inquired.
