In a luxurious garden villa hall, Long Aotian sat dominantly on a grand chair. Standing before him were three people, two of whom were his personal bodyguards, with a middle-aged man in his forties in the center.
"Zhou Jianping, the reason you were urgently summoned to Hua Hai City is to deal with someone," Long Aotian told the middle-aged man, "A Yang must have told you about that kid's strength, right?"
Zhou Jianping, also the middle-aged man, said, "He did. But, without seeing the person myself, I can't be fully confident in taking him down."
"Are you saying that even with A Yang and A Jian, you three can't deal with Ye Fan?" Long Aotian said displeasedly, "What use is it for my Long family to spend so much money on you each year?"
