These days, in less than a month's time, with the support of Situ Jing, Ye Chongshan had managed to establish a strong foundation in Shanghai with the rapidity of thunder.
While he could not yet claim to be unmatched in all regards, the power he wielded in one of Huaxia's top cities was now no less significant than what he had enjoyed back on Hong Kong Island.
All of this felt like a dream.
His family's influence on Hong Kong Island had been the result of accumulations over several generations.
Now, in Shanghai, to rise so swiftly, Ye Chongshan truly felt somewhat inflated with pride.
He began to think that he must be the chosen one by the heavens.
There were no flaws in his rapid ascent.
However, tonight, this dream—so beautiful it seemed unreal—was utterly torn apart by Xu Fan!
Ye Chongshan sat on the ground, looking at the silent Sword-carrying Slave beside him, his face full of self-mockery.
