The Capital.
Farbridge Group headquarters.
The top floor of a skyscraper that towered into the clouds.
Big Boss gazed out the window at the unobstructed view of the Capital, his eyes complicated.
A young man in his twenties stood behind Big Boss, holding a freshly lit cigar with the utmost deference.
The young man knew not to disturb Big Boss while he was thinking, so he could only hold the cigar and wait in silence.
Only after a long while did Big Boss slowly speak. "Has Little Nan returned?"
"He's on his way, with Li Youxian accompanying him."
The young man answered expressionlessly.
"Youxian only brought back three forms this time. What do you think?"
Big Boss turned around. He weighed over two hundred pounds and was short and stout, yet he did not look greasy.
Instead, he looked full of vigor.
"Dad, Uncle Li was probably deliberately protecting Little White Tiger and Old Ninth."
The young man thought for a moment, then continued, "He's buying those two boys time."
Until they obtained the complete Sunlit Nine Forms, Farbridge Group could not make a move against them.
But how far would those two have developed in five years?
"We're businessmen. Two vials of Demon Ancestor's Blood bought us only three forms of a unique technique, and now they want to cut ties with us. We've lost out on this deal."
Big Boss showed neither sorrow nor joy as he calmly looked at his legitimate son. "How do you think we should handle this?"
"Restrict them for five years. Keep them from leaving Chun Prefecture, and the situation will remain manageable."
The young man smiled slightly.
The strength of a single prefecture was not enough to contend with Farbridge Group.
"Dad, why don't I go to Ice Prefecture?" The young man