From their words, Xu Si picked up on a clue. Their purpose for being here was not to meet Pei Zhen; it seemed they had only received some news and wanted to try their luck.
At noon, a familiar face entered the tea house—Chen Mo. He was dressed in a white shirt and black suit trousers, a rather ordinary attire. Yet, he carried an ominous aura, his eyes reflecting the murderous intent of someone who had just emerged from the Underground City as he headed straight for Chen Shijiang and his group.
The person sharing a table with Xu Si immediately stood up, his face wreathed in smiles.
There were many rumors concerning the backers of the Sanlian Chamber of Commerce. Some said they were a mysterious organization from overseas. Others claimed they were drug lords from Europe. But the publicly acknowledged manager had always been Chen Mo.
His gaze swept over the crowd and stopped on Xu Si.
