Jiang Feng arrived at the entrance of the corridor, the sky outside was overcast, with flashes of lightning and claps of thunder, indeed signs of an impending rainstorm.
He shook his head vigorously, casting away the image of Murong Qian's jade-like, snow-white, delicate body from his mind, then strode out of the unit.
At this moment, his phone rang, displaying a number from the Provincial City.
Jiang Feng picked it up, and Wu Feng's fawning voice immediately came through: "Master, I've carried out your orders. I've taken over the entire Yan family! The current Patriarch is me, and I control everything, awaiting your command at any moment!"
"Any trouble?" Jiang Feng asked lightly.
"There is, but not much, I've already resolved it! The Yan Family Members were already quite intimidated by you in the morning, I just used some iron-fisted methods to teach them submission."
