Fu Qingze had indeed paid attention, and for a long time. Previously, Hengsheng wanted to join forces with him to secure that plot of land in the northern part of the city, but it ultimately came to nothing, so he dropped the matter. He never expected to run into it here by sheer coincidence.
Although she had little appetite, under Mother Bai's expectant gaze, she still sat at the dining table, poking at the lion's head meatball absentmindedly.
The atmosphere in the arena grew tense once more. The air, heavy with the scent of blood, surged stealthily, and no one dared to make a single move.
Chapter 180