Ten o'clock at night.
Sitting in a rosewood chair, Cheng Debiao, the Family Head of the Cheng Family in Jiangnan, looked at the blooming begonias outside the window.
He occasionally picked up the porcelain cup on the side table to take a sip, and occasionally touched the bridge of his nose as if pondering over some vexing matter.
The Four Great Families of Jiangling City had been in control for a long time, acting like a shield that kept all external forces at bay.
To establish one's own influence in this region, even the Tao Family, the foremost family of Jiangnan City, did not have the confidence.
But now there was an opportunity; if they could use Nie Kuangtu's knife to strike a blow to either the Tang Family or the Zhou Family, the Cheng Family would have a chance to move in during the chaos.
