Long Qingwen had been nonchalantly swirling the champagne in his hand, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Wen Ruyue. The potential danger posed by Shen Fanyun didn't bother him in the slightest, nor did he take it seriously. From his perspective as a major figure from the Capital City, he was an insurmountable force in Shen Fanyun's eyes. If he were to impulsively decide to crush Shen Fanyun, it would be as easy as squashing a tiny ant.
Why would I ever pay mind to someone like that? Besides, I've built a stable and robust presence in a place like the Capital City. How could I possibly suffer a setback in a minor place like Hangcheng City?
However, upon hearing his subordinate's report, the middle-aged man, who could arguably be considered an influential figure, felt his brow twitch. "What?" Long Qingwen thought he had misheard. He slowly lifted his head and looked at his loyal subordinate, Xu Haofeng, with a questioning expression, waiting for him to continue.
