Several pillars of light dazzled the room. Within moments, several Lords of the Land appeared before Qin Ye, bowing deeply with great reverence for him.

There were ten Lords in all. Qin Ye glanced around his office, only to realize that it was somewhat small for an audience with ten Lords of the Land. At once, he got to his feet, “Secretary Wang, bring them to the conference room and wait for my arrival.”

Ten minutes later, Qin Ye entered the conference room on the fifth floor of the city tower. It was a room that could easily accommodate a meeting of over twenty people. Naturally, an audience of ten Lords of the Land left them with plenty of room for comfort.

Naturally, not a single Lord dared take their seats before Qin Ye did.

Instead, they all stood around like stone sculptures, before bowing in unison as soon as Qin Ye entered the room, “Your humble servant greets the esteemed King Yanluo of Hell. May King Yanluo reign forever.”

“Take a seat.” Qin Ye nodded casually and raised his hand in an inviting gesture. He took his seat first, and then the Lords of the Lands soon followed suit, subconsciously angling their bodies towards Qin Ye with body language that spelt enthusiasm.

Qin Ye got straight to the point, “You’re all Lords of regions situated along the Cathay-Rus borders. I’d like to know if there’s been any movements with the Russian underworld in recent times.”

The Lords of the Lands...