Afternoon, in the main hall of the house.
Inside the main hall, besides Li Lu who had just finished discussing matters with Cheng Zongyang, there was also Zhao the Seventh, who had been summoned.
He stood respectfully about two meters away from the other two men, cupped his fists in a salute, and spoke:
"My Lords, what instructions do you have for me?"
Although Zhao the Seventh was now the gang leader of the East District, he was smart enough to know his place. This position was a gift from Li Lu and Cheng Zongyang.
Therefore, he could be as arrogant and domineering as he liked in front of his underlings and the common people, but he absolutely could not be insolent before these two.
If these two wanted to get rid of him, it would be over in an instant. Thus, he knew his place.
Cheng Zongyang paid no mind to Zhao the Seventh's attitude, simply giving a slight nod and saying:
