"Li Wei is truly a useless fool, actually dying on his own turf, utterly disgracing our Blood Flood Dragon Group."
"Now that Li Wei is dead, those ports under the Ninth Branch should be given to our Fifth Branch."
"On what grounds? Our First Sub-Branch supports over ten thousand people, several times more than your other branches, so if there's any division, it should go to us."
In the council hall, the Hall Masters were arguing incessantly over the allocation of benefits.
"Bastards."
At this moment, a thunderous roar erupted from the back hall.
Immediately after, an old man dressed in a black long robe stepped out from inside the room.
The elderly man appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, full of vigor, and in no way inferior in energy to a young man in his thirties.
"Greet the Chairman."
All the Hall Masters rose simultaneously, bowing in greeting.
The person who arrived was none other than Chen Jiao, the Chairman of the Blood Flood Dragon Group.
