Standing before the luxurious French window, Qin Jingyu glanced at the Imperial Uncle, Tong Zuoqing. The latter knew that Qin Jingyu was currently in a sour mood right now, so he did not talk at this moment. He only waited for Qin Jingyu to ask a question before he spoke since it's more appropriate to handle their relationship in this manner.

“Imperial Uncle, do you know why I was looking for you?” Qin Jingyu gave a complicated glance at Tong Zuoqing.

Smiling bitterly, Tong Zuoqing replied, “Young Master Qin, I’m just someone that sells tea, and at best, I can provide you some intelligence that I’ve gathered. You can’t request too highly from me.”

Walking to Tong Zuoqing’s back, Qin Jingyu gently patted his hands on the former’s shoulder and responded, “I need the Fire Beacon’s tracks in Beijing. In the span of a few days, the Dragon Group lost over a dozen people. All of them were elites, and all of them have cost the Qin Family a fortune to nurture. This debt can only be erased with blood!”

Letting out a sigh, Tong Zuoqing helplessly reminded, “Young Master Qin, I have some words that I would like to use to remind you....