C300 No Longer the Ye Fann of the past

Wu Qian was seated at the head of the table in the City Lord's council chamber.

Next to him stood a sycophantic patrol officer, whose obsequious demeanor and slick tongue were apparent at a glance.

"Any word on Ye Fann yet?"

Fidgeting with the dragon-head carving on his chair, Wu Qian asked, "What's the meaning of this incompetence?"

The officer slapped his own cheeks in penance