He looked at Lance with some anticipation, but Lance did not respond to his statement, "The locals are at war with the Mayor, Mr. Qiao Bafu."
"This is not an appropriate time, whether you've entered this circle or not, you are the one who is not blessed."
Mr. Qiao Bafu's smile receded a bit, "What have you heard?"
"A lot, which aspect do you want to hear?" Lance pulled out a cigarette, gave him one, and the two leaned in to light it.
"All!" Mr. Qiao Bafu said as he exhaled smoke.
Lance was silent for a moment, "Local power, you should know better than I do."
Mr. Qiao Bafu nodded, having been here decades longer than Lance, he certainly knew those local prominent families, and only then did he truly understand what Lance meant, "You mean, the Mayor is no match for them?"
Lance shook his head, "Whether the Mayor is their match or not, he will leave this place, what about you?"
"Can you leave?"
