"How are the arrangements for the martial arts tournament coming along?" Cao Xingjian asked coldly, sitting on a sofa in the Song Family's home. In his eyes, the heads of the Song and Qi Families were perhaps not even worth mentioning.
"Young Master Cao, rest assured, everything has been arranged," the Song Family Head said. "The martial arts tournament begins in three days. Only martial artists from Kang City are allowed to participate."
"Hmm, well done. Has the Qifei Group been handled?" Cao Xingjian asked again.
The Song Family Head smiled. "Ji Sheng called earlier and said it was a guaranteed success. Let me check with him again!"
As he spoke, he took out his phone and dialed Ji Sheng's number.
"Ji Sheng, have you settled the matter? Why haven't you called to report? Do you not want your money anymore?" the Song Family Head demanded angrily.
"Sorry, Ji Sheng is no more," an icy voice, tinged with mockery, replied from the other end.
