Perilous Meeting

In Weed City, a car with dark bulletproof glass slowly drove into the street.

Zhao Yide sat on the left in the back row. He looked back at the grain shop behind him and nodded in satisfaction.

Ever since the nomad riot before the new year, he felt that his luck had turned for the better. As the number one successor of North Street's Zhao Manor, he was bound to be glorious in the eyes of others. However, he knew very well that he was trembling with fear every day as if he were treading on thin ice.

He had his family, who wielded authority, backing him. As a member of Weed City's Aristocratic Council, his father—Zhao Zhengqi—could handle anything. His ambitious younger brother, Zhao Yixue, was constantly watching him. Not only could he not make the decision on most matters, but he could only obtain a small portion of the resources available. Furthermore, he couldn't make any mistakes.