An exceedingly luxurious long table stood in the center of the hall, with five chairs arranged neatly on each side. The chairs were extravagantly crafted from century-old sandalwood.
Anyone qualified to sit in these chairs was a prominent figure in Nuoding City. The ten people present tonight were all owners of cloth shops, restaurants, inns, hotels, casinos, Soul Fighting Arenas, and similar businesses.
At the head of the long table stood an even more lavish chair—the City Lord's seat.
Tonight's meeting had gathered Nuoding City's wealthy elite, a sight rarely seen even once in ten years.
A fat man in a yellow vest was the first to stand, saying indignantly, "City Lord, if you don't find a way to punish Qingmeng Restaurant, it'll swallow up the entire restaurant market sooner or later."
His surname was Lu, and he ranked fifth among the ten. People also called him Old Fifth Lu.
Their rankings were determined by the positions of their chairs, and those positions were determined by wealth. This meant that Old Fifth Lu's wealth ranked fifth among the ten.
Old Third Lu's main businesses were restaurants and inns. Ever since Chu Fan opened Qingmeng Restaurant, his business had steadily declined. He was naturally the most restless of them all, and had no choice but to speak up first.
"Old Fifth, I know you've suffered the most, but who would've thought that a mere child could bring you down in just a few months?"
"Exactly, Old Fifth. Although you've suffered the greatest losses, you should reflect on yourself. A child started from nothing by selling grilled fish, yet he managed to grow so powerful right under your nose, dragging the rest of us down with him."
Veins bulged across Old Fifth Lu's face as he roared, "You all want to watch