"Shocking?" Zhao Li Xin's intrigue was piqued.
"It's time to get proactive, "Lory grinned mischievously. "But first, to understand my plan," she said, "let me tell you a story—"
"Oh? Is it story time?" Zhao Li Xin asked, his tone light with amusement.
Still, He waved his hand over the table, and from the thin air a full set of ceramic wine flasks and cups appeared on the counter at once. He poured the wine with practiced ease, then lifted the cup and looked at Lory with unmistakable eagerness.
"Wife," he said warmly, "please continue."
"…"
In the beginning, no single faction truly ruled the black market. It was a chaotic web of interests, deals, and bloodshed, until the patrons who profited from it realized that even lawlessness required order. And so, one man was appointed to regulate the market from the shadows.
