Chapter 282 Food Crisis

This time, the two met in the conference room of a hotel.

Apart from the young Mr. Zhao, there were several middle-aged men sitting around the long table—judging from their age and demeanor, they looked more like leaders than the one at the head.

On the other side of the long table sat the familiar faces of Lanqi's acquaintances. For instance, the owner of Thistlefort Sawmill, Kash, the manager of Baiye Freight Company, Sergey, and so on... They each had their own mansions and were not affected by the recent chaos, so it was unlikely they needed refuge. In other words, they must have been "invited" by the Paradise Sect.

Upon Earl's appearance, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the others.

"Take a seat," Xue Quan patted his shoulder, then sat down beside Chaoyang, "Everyone is here."

Chaoyang nodded, looking towards Lanqi, "Good evening, we meet again."

"May I know... why have you called me here?"