Ice Prefecture.
Inside a hotel under the Ming King.
Before a floor-to-ceiling window, a refined young man sat with his legs crossed, looking down over Ice Prefecture.
Behind him, his secretary held a phone, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Young master, Old Ninth has entered Ice Prefecture."
The young man yawned and smiled casually. "Little White Tiger has a brain. Chun Prefecture just went through a major battle. He won't stir up trouble at a time like this."
"Ahem, Old Eighth isn't in the Northeast."
At those words from his secretary, the young man jumped out of his chair.
He stared at the secretary with wide eyes, then burst out laughing after a long moment.
"We're screwed. Old Ninth is a bomb that could go off at any moment." The young man smiled delightedly, as though he had discovered a treasure. "Second Brother is definitely going to suffer this time."
The secretary glanced awkwardly at the door and quietly reminded him, "Young master, the walls have ears."
"Haha, I got carried away." The young man happily lifted his glass and drained it.
"Then what's our next move?" the secretary asked quietly.
"Sit back and watch the tigers fight. Second Brother made a complete mess of the Sun Skill affair last time. He finally managed to beg this job out of the Old Man. If he screws it up again, there won't be a place for him in the Ma Family anymore."
"Wise as ever, Fifth Young Master."
The secretary gave a sly grin.
The young man was none other than Ma Fangshan, a young master of the Ma Family.
He was the one who had provoked the all-out war between Little White Tiger and the San Mu Group.
During the struggle for the Sun Skill, he had failed to hold out