Da Sanyuan Restaurant.
Zheng Liangcai entered a private room. Seeing that it was still early, he ordered a pot of Longjing Tea and sat down.
He had just started drinking tea when his phone rang.
Zheng Liangcai answered the call. Halfway through, he hurriedly rose and went to the window.
Looking into the distance, he saw that a stretch of road ahead had its streetlights switched off, leaving it dimly lit.
Yet specks of fire had appeared in the darkness.
On the phone, Zheng Liangcai's secretary continued.
"According to what we know, more than a dozen organizations, large and small, including the Green Gang, Yellow Dragon Transport, and Hexing Society, have already arrived."
"Mr. Han just contacted us as well, saying that we shouldn't interfere in tonight's matter."
"Minister, what should we do?"
Zheng Liangcai's face was naturally dark, but after hearing that more than a dozen organizations had taken to the streets to block the road and prevent Red Ghost from passing, his expression grew even darker.
"Wait and see what happens."
In the end, that was all Zheng Liangcai could say.
After all, Han Xu had not truly lost power yet. Unless absolutely necessary, Zheng Liangcai did not want to tear all ties with him.
After the secretary hung up, another call came in.
This time, it was from Han Xu.
Zheng Liangcai answered with a dark expression, and Han Xu's voice rang out.
"Minister Zheng, the tea at Da Sanyuan doesn't taste good."
"If you want tea, you can come to Ronghua House. I'll have them brew a good pot and wait for you."
Zheng Liangcai snorted. "Mr. Han, where I want to drink tea is none of your concern, is it?"
Han Xu chuckled. "Of course not. I'm just afraid Minister Zheng is soft-eared and will