At the same time.
Inside a Mercedes-Maybach S600 speeding along Chengfeng City's urban expressway, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit sat in the luxurious back seat, his face pale and his hands trembling as he held a mobile phone to his ear.
A crisp and pleasant, yet cold voice came from the phone, "Yu Shouli, you have quite a son, hehe… bold enough to want to kill my boss's master!"
The middle-aged man, Yu Shouli, remained silent, his forehead slick with rapidly forming sweat.
"Hmm, maybe you don't quite grasp who your son wants to kill? Let me clarify then, the person your son wants to kill is none other than Young Master Su, whom you wouldn't dare to glance at during the Era Charity Banquet a couple of days ago!" Lan Xiao continued.
"......" Yu Shouli's hand shook violently, nearly dropping the phone, his mind buzzing loudly as he was scared to the point where his heart felt like it was on the verge of bursting.
