The residence of Grand Governor Ye Shidao.
Hua Qianzhan stood humbly, recounting all his grievances to the Grand Governor, no longer carrying the confidence he once had.
"Sir, who exactly is this little Night Patrol? How dare he, he's completely lawless. He's a rotten apple."
Ye Shidao sipped his tea, quietly listening to Hua Qianzhan's complaints, "Xiao Hua, you're also foolish to fall into such a simple trap so solidly."
"Sir, I didn't expect this boy to be so insidious. Anyway, without evidence, I've arranged for someone to deal with him!" Hua Qianzhan's face turned sinister. He was a prominent figure in Dragon Capital, and had lost tremendous face over the past few days. If the suspicion wasn't removed, how could he face anyone in the future?
