Seeing that An Mingjiang hadn't spoken and his expression remained placid, Old Nine continued.
"It was one thing when that Lu Yuanbin seized three-quarters of the black market, but now he's pushing me so hard I can't even hold on to my last quarter."
"Mr. An, if you don't step in this time, what little market I have left will be stolen away."
Old Nine had been beaten up today, and he easily figured that the excuses those women used to cause him trouble must have been fed to them by Lu Yuanbin.
