The men grew increasingly angry as they listened.
But deep within the courtyard, in the inner hall, a burly man with knotted muscles stood silently in the upper seat. If one were to overlook the numerous white hairs among his black hair, they might think he had just entered his prime. His eyes were deep, possessing the calm and restraint of an aged leader.
This man was none other than Qiao Yifei, the Gang Leader of the Lotus Gang. He listened quietly to Pang Biao's curses, a look of lament and helplessness on his face.
"In the end, I couldn't keep it hidden; there's no escaping this calamity," Qiao Yifei said despondently.
He gazed at the withered leaves falling from the branches outside, swaying in the chilly autumn wind.
"Old Zhou," Qiao Yifei called softly.
"Here, master." An elderly servant, dressed as a steward, entered through a side door and responded quietly.
