A cold wind, heralding the shift from late winter to early spring, swept across the square.
Figures stood on both sides of the sealed-off streets, while on the square, Superpower Members and patrol teams were on high alert, guarding against any unexpected incidents.
And at the center of this crowd.
Lu Chao and Du Lie, their eyes locked, both stopped in their tracks. They could each read the expression in the other's eyes.
Disdain, arrogance, condescension...
Lu Chao could sense the vague emotions—a faint malice directed at him.
Past rumors flashed through his mind. 'The City Lord's Mansion isn't exactly a picture of harmony.'
'It seems the Tan family's influence really is vast.'
At this thought, Lu Chao suddenly smiled, his expression unchanged.
Everyone was taken aback. The tense atmosphere was quietly broken.
