Breeze Courtyard, still that small building at the center of the lake.
A dozen people were sitting on the top floor, sipping tea.
The courtyard closest to the shore was tightly guarded by several fully armed guards, with snipers even stationed in the shadows.
One of them wore a golden cheongsam akin to a dragon robe, with white hair, in his fifties.
It was none other than Su Zhengjun, the president of the Northwest Commerce.
Today, anyone present was a top five wealthy businessman from a province, generally the branch presidents of the provincial chambers of commerce.
But at this moment, the focus of attention was not Su Zhengjun, but a middle-aged man, bare-chested, with dark skin and a beard.
That physique, compared to a black boxer, was even more robust, just sitting there, giving an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Divine Realm Expert.
He was Chen Jiao's senior brother, Lei Gang.
Su Zhengjun lowered his status and personally poured wine for Lei Gang.
