"I just don't want anyone dying on my turf."
Ji Shengxuan sat down expressionlessly on the sofa opposite him.
He lazily crossed his legs and lit a cigarette. This man was always so elegant, and everything he did was extra charming.
The white shirt made him seem composed and unruffled, and his face showed no sign of any emotion.
A perfect balance of tension and relaxation, he held himself with exquisite control.
"Ji Shengxuan, you really are a coward. You should think, if Shen Chi buys a bottle of wine from you, you could make a good amount of money. Isn't making money about being ruthless?"
"I haven't reached the level of Shen Chi yet," Ji Shengxuan responded indifferently.
"Don't pretend. Your Weiyang wouldn't have gotten to where it is today without being cold-blooded and heartless. If I'm not wrong, you've driven more than a few small entertainment city owners to their deaths, haven't you? Many people have been destroyed by you."