"I wouldn't know," Zhou Jue spread his hands, his expression one of helplessness, "My blind guess is that it's either to struggle for power or to try to flatter the big shots into helping. Anyway, harming others without benefitting oneself is not the first time he's done such a thing..."
Sacrificing the interests one currently holds and presenting them to the big shot, in exchange for a chance to align oneself with them.
Many people do this.
Feng Long might be the local tyrant in Chunyue City, but how could greedy people be content with just one place?
Jun Lii quietly listened to their conversation until Yan Yueqing sighed, thinking she didn't understand, and subconsciously reached out to hold her hand.
Her palm was warm as if bathed in the sun.
Her voice came clear and gentle, like a navigation cutting through the fog.
"It's simple, Feng Long wants to join the Beijing Circle."
Yan Yueqing lifted her eyelashes, "Beijing Circle?"
