Lan Ziye was speechless for a moment. She flipped through the thick stack of papers again. They were all about trivial matters. She looked at Xiao Xiaodao with a headache and said, "I don't know how to do anything except fighting. From now on, if you can solve this kind of problem, solve it. If you can't, find Wu Xuzi. If Wu Xuzi can't solve it either, just dismiss it and let them do what they need to do."

"But..." Xiao Xiao was very embarrassed, "Those aunties and uncles don't agree!"

The key point is that Lan Ziye is simply the idol of everyone in Nanwang Street, a god-like existence. Seeing those people worshipping Lan Ziye, she really couldn't bear to refuse.

Lan Ziye was silent for a moment before continuing, "Just tell them that the Twelve Young Master has only one way of dealing with things, and that is to kill! For example, if I were to solve the matter of Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhao, I would simply kill Aunt Zhao, because she is the culprit of the whole thing!"

Xiao Xiao was instantly confused and didn't know how to respond.

She looked at her toes speechlessly, and the myth in the hearts of the aunties and uncles of Nanwang Street was shattered.

Lan Ziye glanced at the stack of papers again, and pushed it towards Xiao Xiao with disgust, saying, "You guys take care of these!"

Xiao Xiao's mind went blank. Was she being tricked by Wu Xuzi? What did he mean by "just record it and give it to the Twelve Young Master"? This was clearly an attempt to pass the buck to her.

Xiao Xiao took a deep breath and continued, "This morning, the Street King of Zhenyuan Street sent an invitation to you to attend the meeting on Twelve Streets. Do you want to go?"

"Of course not!" Before Lan Ziye could even open his mouth, Wu Xuzi strode in and plopped down next to Xiao Xiao, angrily saying, "Those eleven bastards are always like this. Whenever something goes wrong, they use the Twelve Young Master as a pawn. Do they really think everyone else is just like them? Are they idiots?"

Lan Ziye looked up at Wu Xuzi in confusion.

"I've learned that a guy named San opened a Lost Dream House on Beiming Street. It's a den of brothels, offering everything from drinking, prostitution, gambling, and drugs. It's a thriving den of brothels. The Street King of Beiming Street is a complete idiot. He never really paid any attention to it and didn't bother with it. Instead, because they paid him a lot of protection money, he deliberately gave the Lost Dream House some favors. As a result, the Lost Dream House's reputation grew, and it gradually expanded to the other ten streets. Now, with the exception of Nanwang Street, he has stores on all eleven streets, and it's booming!"

"Isn't that great?" Lan Ziye leaned lazily against the back of his chair and said slowly.

"You said that man's name is San?" Su Muhan asked thoughtfully!

Lan Ziye smiled faintly, turned his head and looked at Su Muhan with interest, "Oh? Little Fox, do you know him?"

Su Muhan was a little dazed looking at Lan Ziye like this. He seemed to see Lan Ziye, the head of the Lan family three thousand years ago. He remembered that at that time, she had this expression, and she responded to the heads and elders of the major families calmly!

"When I was investigating the Wan family, I found out that one of their generals was also named San, and it seemed that the undead people in the Wan family were created by this San!" Su Muhan said lightly.

Lan Ziye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a fox-like smile and said, "That's interesting!"

"That third guy just sent me an invitation, inviting you to Qingyaju for tea!" Wu Xuzi asked, "Are you up for it?"

Lan Ziye put away his smile and said with disdain, "Why should I go? He's not doing me any good!"