"Who can tell me what's going on here?"
The middle-aged man clad in grey clothes stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the muscular men in black suits and narrow ties around him, his eyes twinkling with seriousness.
Despite his high-ranking position, he had never witnessed such a large gathering, let alone one with an air of clandestine intent.
No sooner had the man in grey finished speaking than the pot-bellied fatso behind him wiped the imaginary sweat from his forehead and said, "I'm terribly sorry, Minister Li, this is my responsibility. I will conduct a thorough investigation into this matter and deal with those responsible...."
This pot-bellied man was none other than the head of Chuzhe City, Ming Yang, and his son was Ming Tong.