Besides them, the Jiangnan Yan Family and the Dragon Tiger Sect were also eyeing the situation like hungry tigers, making the outcome truly uncertain.
Bai Yuan said, "Brother Han, the more chaotic the world gets, the more money we can make, right?"
Upon hearing this, Han Jiu let out a knowing chuckle.
The more chaotic the world became, the more money people in their line of business—the underworld—could make. His current annual income nearly equaled ten years' worth of past earnings, so Han Jiu certainly didn't want the great turmoil to end anytime soon.
Just then, a young attendant trotted to the door. "My lords," he announced, "Lord Wei is at the entrance and wishes to come in."
Hearing it was Wei Yang, Han Jiu's lips curled into a sneer.
"This Lord Wei certainly has his ears to the ground. Younger Brother Bai, what do you think?"
Bai Yuan replied, "Let him in."
A short while later, Wei Yang, the Prefect of Yanzhou, arrived at the door.
