Outside the City Lord's sickroom, several key ministers of the City of Sin had already been summoned;
The City Lord fainted suddenly in the backyard, such a thing could not be concealed for long. Those present exchanged glances, speculating that the City Lord's health was likely in serious trouble.
Some were worried, some delighted, and some simply watched coolly. Yet none showed their actual emotions, maintaining a business-as-usual demeanor.
"Suravi, do you know why the City Lord has gathered us all here? Is there something he wishes to announce?" a stout middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit and glasses asked softly.
"Dean, please calm down. The City Lord does indeed have an important announcement to make, which is why I called you all here," Suravi replied quietly after giving him a glance.
"Is the City Lord intending to name a successor? Haha."
"2019Dean, watch your tongue. Such words shouldn't be coming from you."
