In the square below Dragon Tower.
Next to a Maserati, two groups of people stood separately, each group having over twenty people, almost lining up to the entrance.
This was quite a spectacle, all security personnel, even the former owner of Dragon Tower, Rong Shuo, didn't have such a grand entourage.
Fang Yi found this interesting and didn't hurry to go up, instead standing aside with his hands in his coat pockets, quietly watching, subconsciously lighting a cigarette.
Fang Yi's gaze fell on the Maserati, watching as a young man stepped out; Fang Yi thought it might be a rising star from some family, someone he might know, but upon seeing him, didn't recognize him at all.
The young man wasn't wearing formal attire, but a K-style brown-yellow coat, gold-framed glasses, and even his hair was styled very K-style; he looked pretty decent, almost like a Cangyun native.
