The Ming King's residence.
Mr. Li, Yuan, and Zhang Yang arrived at the Ming King's residence one after another.
A district had opened up, an enormous temptation for any boss, but anyone who wanted to swallow it up needed the Ming King's approval.
In Ice Prefecture, given the Ming King's prestige and strength, anyone who wanted to do anything major needed his nod.
"Sit."
The four old foxes sat around the stove, all seeming perfectly harmonious on the surface.
"Everyone's here. Let's get down to business."
The Ming King got straight to the point.
Flower Boss's and Nalan's deaths had left him somewhat saddened. He sat unkempt in the seat of honor, a white shirt draped over him.
Mr. Li glanced at Xiao Yuan and gestured for her to go first.
Xiao Yuan shifted her gaze to Zhang Yang instead.
They had all guessed one another's intentions, yet each put on a show of yielding politely.
In the end, the straightforward Zhang Yang could not stand it anymore and spoke first. "What are you planning to do with West Garden District?"
"Got ideas? Not playing the good cop who upholds justice anymore?"
Mr. Li picked up his hot tea and drank it in one gulp.
"Who said I wanted West Garden? I'm here to ask for that position for Little White Tiger." Zhang Yang snorted. "You won't look after them as their boss, but you won't let me do it either?"
Bang!
Mr. Li gently set down his cup, his expression unfriendly.
Little White Tiger was his man. Zhang Yang had undoubtedly overstepped.
"Was this his own idea?" the Ming King asked with a frown.
He had just killed Flower Boss and Nalan, and now he was sending Zhang Yang to ask for territory.
That was far too brazen.
"No.