"Young Master Liu, I've never seen this kid before, he doesn't seem to be from our Capital City." Upon seeing Shen Mengchen getting along with Ye Qiu, Ma Zhipeng, a subordinate of Liu Wen—who was one of the four young masters of the Capital City—immediately reported the scene.
Liu Wen's eyelids lifted slightly, and his gaze, sharp as lightning, swept across Ye Qiu from a distance. Soon after, he put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "Do you know the identity of this person?"
Ma Zhipeng shook his head: "Just now he seemed to have had some unpleasantness with Song Jie and the Iron Triangle. Song Jie should know who he is."
"Oh." Liu Wen uttered an indifferent 'Oh,' his expression unchanged. The current hierarchy of the Capital City seldom had people who could catch his eye. Since this man was still quarreling with someone at Song Jie's level, he really couldn't muster any interest. Also, he had just glanced at Ye Qiu and hadn't felt anything extraordinary about him.
