"Bang!"
The door to the private room was rudely kicked open. Tian Liang and Zhang Yong stood on either side, making way for Fang Zheng and the others to enter.
"What’s going on?"
"What are you doing?"
"..."
Inside the room sat about a dozen people, both n and won.
Most of them were above average in appearance, though several had clearly had facial work done, their features quite similar.
Seeing the intruders, their expressions changed, shouting sothing angrily, their eyes full of undisguised fury.
One person even stepped forward, pointing at Fang Zheng with the intention of pushing him.
Stars from the Southern Dynasty were very popular in Xia Country, especially among the younger generation, with a fanbase that could be considered fanatical.
Plus, coming from abroad, and with Xia Country’s tradition of emphasizing hospitality, these stars gradually beca accustod to the flattery of Xia People.
To the extent that...
They developed an arrogant and conceited attitude towards Xia People.
But clearly, today they ran into a brick wall.
"Screw you!"
Seeing soone trying to approach Fang Zheng, Tian Liang, who hadn’t had a chance to act at the door earlier, stepped forward and swung his hand out.
The force was so great that it vented all the frustration of not being able to act earlier.
"Slap!"
The slap landed squarely on that person’s face, sending him staggering and falling to the ground, montarily unable to recover.
"You hit soone?"
Soone else exclaid in shock, speaking in a peculiar tone:
"You dare hit one of us?"
"So, you do speak human language." Tian Liang flexed his sore wrist, looking on with disdain:
"So what if I hit soone?"
"He had it coming!"
"You guys..."
"Not convinced?"
He stepped up to the large solid wood dining table, raised one leg and fiercely chopped down, the muscles under his pant leg bulging like carved and chiseled knots.
As it landed on the table, the hidden Power in his leg erupted violently.
"Boom!"
The solid wooden dining table, more than ample for a dozen people to sit around, shattered with a crash under the force of his leg, jagged wooden shards exposed viciously.
Heart Intent—Thunder Axe Chop!
A Killing Move combining the Heart Intent Fist with Five Thunders Hand.
This scene left the Southern Dynasty crowd in the room dumbfounded, their eyes now showing fear.
This was a solid wood table weighing hundreds of pounds, and the leg strike had such power—what would happen if it landed on them?
Just the thought of it,
made them shiver.
"Hmph!"
Tian Liang drew back his leg and snorted coldly:
"Behave yourselves; otherwise... this table is what awaits you!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Yong with a challenging look.
To his surprise, Zhang Yong wasn’t afraid at all; instead, his eyes were full of fervor, staring intently at his legs as if trying to see through them.
What a strong Leg Technique!
But,
The strong one is not Tian Liang, but Fang Zheng, Boss Fang!
He knew Tian Liang to a certain extent; he used to be nothing more than a small-ti street thug, not fit for the stage, and his skills were definitely not this exaggerated.
The change started only after he followed Boss Fang.
If he could beco a disciple of Boss Fang himself..., he wondered if he could gain the ability to turn iron into mud?
In an instant, Zhang Yong’s thoughts were racing, reinforcing his decision.
"You... you all..." The man seated in the central position paled and subconsciously stepped back before saying:
"We are international friends; you can’t do this."
"Don’t worry, we an no harm; there’s no need to panic." Fang Zheng chuckled lightly at him, gesturing to Qin Shuman and Shen Xiuting:
"Go ahead."
"You can exchange a few words or take a picture now."
The two won remained silent.
Shen Xiuting was inwardly complaining.
It’s more than just exchanging a few words or taking a picture?
Now, even if you asked the BY group to strip and dance, they would probably do it, looking at how scared those guys are, their faces are pale.
"Forget it."
Qin Shuman gently shook her head:
"Tingting, you go ahead, I don’t want a picture anymore."
For so reason, upon seeing her favorite stars in person, the excitent in her heart suddenly vanished, replaced by disappointnt.
Perhaps,
because they weren’t as wonderful as she had imagined.
Perhaps,
because each of the three n held a woman in their arms, their attitude ambiguous, and from the situation in the room, it wasn’t a relationship of love.
In any case,
she now just wanted to go back.
"Click!"
"Click..."
Shen Xiuting took out her phone, snapped a few photos, then tucked her phone into her pocket and looked back at Qin Shuman:
"Let’s go!"
"Mm."
Qin Shuman nodded.
"Then let’s go." Fang Zheng was indifferent, turning to Xia Hong:
"If they call the Public Security Bureau, let know; guests are guests, I don’t mind keeping them for a few more days."
"Yes."
Xia Hong bowed her head:
"Boss Fang, rest assured, they won’t call the police."
As she looked up, Fang Zheng and his group were already far away; Xia Hong stared at Fang Zheng’s back, her face flushed, her eyes practically tearing strings.
Such a man...
Truly exciting!
........
Just as they exited the hotel, a call ca through.
"Young Master Chen."
Fang Zheng answered the call, smiling:
"It’s rare for you to call at this ti, what’s up?"
"Boss Fang." Chen Jian’s voice was low and respectful:
"Next month’s shipnt, we might have to delay receiving it, and the paynt might not be credited in a short ti; I seek your understanding."
"Oh!"
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.
Chen Jian was a business partner he made when his career was just starting, mainly dealing in jade trade. Being of similar age and temperant, they gradually beca friends.
His jade business was mostly handled by the Chen Family, providing profits of at least a few million to tens of millions every month.
There had never been a mistake in their cooperation until now.
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