Leng Tianqi secretly clenched her fists, a glint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes. Jiang Zhuanzhuan had told her that as long as she could kill Leng Ran, everything from the Leng Family and everything from Dark Street would belong to her.
She would absolutely not let this opportunity slip away.
At this moment, on the second floor of the banquet hall, Leng Ran was standing shoulder to shoulder with Shi Cin, looking down at the various guests on the first floor banquet hall from above. Normally, as the host, Leng Ran would have been at the door to greet the guests personally.
But now she was the boss of Dark Street, and most of the people who came today were from all walks of life, not worthy of her personal attention.
"Where is Leng Tianqi?" Leng Ran, dressed in a black dress revealing her fair, delicate shoulders and collarbone, exuded an innocent yet dangerously charming demeanor. "I heard she's planning to make a move on me today?"
