Hou Yuan cracked a smile after assessing the strength of the people before him; he actually became less anxious.
He picked up the wine cup from the table, took another sip of the wine, and put on a face of pure enjoyment, "Do you know where this place is?"
Instead, he asked Qin Qing.
"Tongcheng, what about it?" Qin Qing responded with a cold voice.
"You know this is Tongcheng, then you should also know that I, Hou Yuan, am the lord of this Tongcheng!"
Hou Yuan's voice turned cold, and with a slap, he smashed the wine cup in his hand onto the ground, "Here in Tongcheng, everything is up to me. When has it been someone else's turn to come and lecture me?"
The effeminate man also revealed a disdainful sneer on his lips, his face seemingly impatient, as he said to Hou Yuan, "City Lord Hou. Don't waste time... dispose of these rotten fish and shrimps quickly!"
