Yong City outskirts.
In a dim alley.
Black mist surged up in an instant, spreading outward.
A slender figure appeared in what had originally been an empty space.
Lu Li's face was frosty as he stared indifferently at the several figures who had long since been captured, speaking calmly.
"Go on. What critical intelligence have you brought me?"
Lu Qianhe, pinned down by two fallen angels with snake-like eyes, struggled to raise his head and forced out a fawning smile.
"This intelligence is no trivial matter. It concerns the Lin Family's forces, and even the future fate of all Huaxia..."
"Wouldn't it be a little too hasty to discuss it here?"
"It's not hasty. Speak here." Lu Li replied coldly.
Lu Qianhe's eye twitched.
His original plan had been for Lu Li to find a conference room, respectfully invite the few of them over, brew a pot of fine tea, and sit down for a leisurely discussion.
Once the timing was right, he would use the Data Panel to notify Lu Canglong, who was hiding nearby.
He would have this Lu Family Elder—Lu Li's grandfather—show himself and persuade Lu Li to return to the Lu Family.
Yet not only was there no tea, there was not even a conference room.
They were just talking directly in this dark alley.
This was far too disrespectful!
"Lu Li, think this through. This matter has enormous implications. If it isn't handled properly, many people will die!" Lu Qianhe persisted despite himself.
"It would be easy for word to leak if we discuss it here. We should find somewhere suitable to talk..."
"Speak here." Lu Li cut him off forcefully.
Though there was no wind in the alley, Lu Qianhe suddenly shuddered.
Perhaps Lu Li's presence had thrown him into disarray, because he hurriedly