Half an hour later!
In a lavishly decorated study in the City Lord's Residence, Lu Ding sat upright at his desk, concentrating on the intelligence reports in his hands.
His subordinates had just delivered them, and they contained a detailed account of the farce unfolding at the Gathering Fortune House.
Lu Ding's brows alternately tightened and relaxed, as though he could see the scene playing out through the words.
After reading the reports, Lu Ding checked the message that had just arrived on his Communication Token. The corners of his mouth rose slightly in a barely perceptible smile.
"Young Master, the farce at the Gathering Fortune House is still going on. Countless people have flocked there to watch, and things are getting out of control. Aren't we going to intervene?"
The young officer standing beside him spoke softly, a trace of urgency in his voice.
The officer wore snow-white armor that gleamed in the sunlight, giving him an imposing air.
At this, Lu Ding raised his head, glanced at the young officer, and said slowly:
"Heh, we do need to save this Ye Qingxuan. It was only a songstress, after all. Have Ye Qingxuan pay some compensation, and that will settle what he owes the Gathering Fortune House.
"Go gather some men. Bring them along with me shortly, and we'll see whether the Gathering Fortune House will show the City Lord's Residence some respect!"
The corners of Lu Ding's mouth lifted in a faint smile. He reflected that a big shot within the Misty Sect had already sent word. Even if he did not want to save Ye Qingxuan now, he probably had no choice.
After all, that big shot's orders were not so easily defied.
At that thought, Lu Ding's curiosity was piqued. He wanted to see just