Jin Zongquan, Xu Qing, and Xu Bing, who had witnessed the entire process, were left dumbstruck. Xu Bing in particular was frozen in disbelief, her plain eyes wide as her expression shifted again and again.
In today's Lingjin City, foreign merchants reigned supreme. Feng Cang, especially, had already left an indelible impression on the city's populace. With the establishment of Chunfeng Pavilion, he naturally lorded over everyone else, becoming a hegemonic presence. Across all of Lingjin City, no one dared to challenge his authority. This had become a common understanding.
However, who could have imagined that Chunfeng Pavilion, having just unveiled its signboard, would have already been toppled? Feng Cang, the so-called little overlord, had not only been slapped across the face but was now trembling with fear, not daring to make a move, let alone let out a fart. The most crucial point was that the person who had acted hadn't even stepped out of his car.
