The middle-aged man at the forefront walked up to Hua Tianming, his face darkening as he looked at the injury on his right hand. A flash of rage crossed his eyes and a cold aura emanated from him, involuntarily causing a shiver in the hearts of those around.
"Father, you must avenge and kill that damn brat!" Hua Tianming’s face was grim, and his eyes flickered with venomous resentnt.
"What exactly happened?" The middle-aged man’s face was gloomy as he looked toward Du Qing and the others, speaking coldly, "Du Qing, what kind of job are you doing? Why did Tianming get hurt, while nothing happened to you?"
"Protector, please forgive us!"
Du Qing and several other Saint Realm powerhouses from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion knelt on one knee.
"Protector, the person who injured Young Master Du is accompanied by an expert from the Hua Yuan Realm, and they have considerable influence. Moreover, according to our investigation, he is also a mber of the national special security bureau," said the Heavenly Sword Pavilion expert who was at the Fifth Level of the Saint Realm previously.
"Hmph, Hua Yuan Realm or not, anyone who injures my son, Hua Tianba, must pay the price," the middle-aged man snorted coldly.
At three in the afternoon, Ye Luo followed Ling Qingya, Luo Jingxuan, and Qin Yuru to one of Capital City’s most upscale business clubs, where the Huaxia economic summit was being held. The club’s exterior was filled with a variety of luxury vehicles.
Bentleys, Ferraris, rcedes, Land Rovers, Maybachs—you na it, they had it—with high-end cars enough to form an auto show, and n and won emanating an aura of success, dressed in luxury brands, entered the club with their invitations in hand.
As for such an event, Ye Luo was originally not planning to attend since it had nothing to do with him. However, he gave it so thought and decided to co along.
After all, these three ladies were as beautiful as flowers and as lovely as jade, all exceptional beauties. In case soone took a fancy to them and sothing untoward happened, it would not be good; besides, he was free, so it was just as well to act as their guardian.
Ye Luo followed the three won into the club; each of them presented an invitation.
"Who is this?"
The guard outside the club glanced at Ye Luo. Noting his attire that barely cost a hundred, he frowned slightly.
"This is a friend of ours. Is he not allowed to enter?" Qin Yuru said with an imposing air.
"Of course, he may enter. Please, co inside," said the guard, quickly conceding to the powerful presence of the head of the Qin Group. He was just a lowly guard and certainly not in a position to offend her.
"See, if you had worn a decent suit, nobody would look down on you. Instead, you insist on wearing such casual clothes; no wonder people disdain you," Ling Qingya remarked, looking at Ye Luo.
"Let them look down if they will; it’s their loss for not recognizing what’s in front of them. I’m not a businessman, so why dress up? I’m just a guardian, and besides, I can’t get used to that suit. This outfit is comfortable and relaxed," Ye Luo retorted, unconcerned.
Under the guidance of a receptionist, the four entered the venue of the economic summit, the crowd bustling within. The n were all donned in high-end designer suits, dressed like gentlen of nobility.
The won were in sexy evening gowns, and the n at the venue were almost all heads of major conglorates or business elites from the Huaxia business world.
The moguls of the Huaxia business world were all in attendance at this event, which was a vital opportunity for many enterprises seeking developnt and cooperation.
It was called an economic summit, but in reality, it was a social gathering disguised as a wine party, where all the company bosses were brought together to offer everyone a chance for mutual exchange, negotiating cooperation, and discussing business developnt.
"Find yourself a spot to sit; I’ll take my aunt and Qing Ya to et so people,"
Qin Yuru said to Ye Luo, and the "aunt" she referred to was naturally Luo Jingxuan. Although they were about the sa age, Luo Jingxuan was, after all, Ye Luo’s aunt, so she naturally addressed her that way.
Then Qin Yuru, along with Ling Qingya and Luo Jingxuan, went to mingle with so other figures from the business community. Being the helmswoman of Huaxia’s top conglorate,
Previously as the president of the Qin Group, she already held a peak-like status in Huaxia’s comrcial circles, naturally knew many big shots in the business, and now she wanted to introduce Ling Qingya and Luo Jingxuan to these people, which would greatly benefit both the Ling Group and i Yue.
Ye Luo glanced around and, spotting so pastries and red wine not far off, walked over, took so pastries and red wine and began to eat and drink.
People around glanced at Ye Luo, a youth dressed in a cheap casual shirt, eating pastries and drinking wine like a country bumpkin, and exhibited disdainful looks, distancing themselves from Ye Luo as if being around him would lower their own status. Ye Luo, however, did not care about this.
"Hmm, these pastries are pretty good, and the wine’s not bad either,"
Ye Luo comnted, munching on the pastries and sipping the wine, nodding in satisfaction without a care for maintaining any sort of image.
At that mont, several figures entered the venue, with Hou Jingwen, second young master of the Hou Family, leading the pack, flanked by a group of young masters and sons of major group executives who were friendly with Hou Pharmaceuticals, essentially Hou Jingwen’s entourage.
As Hou Jingwen appeared, many of the big company bosses greeted him warmly. He responded with re nods, maintaining a sowhat condescending deanor. That’s when his gaze suddenly fell on Ye Luo, who was indulging himself in the distance, and his expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
"Kid, so you’re here!"
A cold smile appeared on Hou Jingwen’s lips. After a significant glance and whispering into the ear of one of the group scions by his side, the latter glanced at Ye Luo and walked briskly towards him, while Hou Jingwen looked on as if expecting a good show.
"Kid, how did you sneak in here? Do you even know what kind of place this is?"
The scion spoke brusquely to Ye Luo, his voice loud enough to draw many nearby glances.
As they looked at Ye Luo clad in cheap clothing, feasting and drinking without the slightest semblance of a gentleman from high society, they were all astounded, wondering from where such a person had erged.
In such a high-end, upscale economic summit there appeared an individual who seed like a rural bumpkin.
"Is there a problem? If not, buzz off!"
Ye Luo didn’t even look at the other man, continuing to indulge in his snacks.
"Look at you, the way you’re dressed, and acting like you haven’t eaten in days. You don’t seem like soone who should be here. Tell , how did you get in here? Where’s your invitation?" the scion challenged Ye Luo with a cold snort.
"Whether I sneaked in or have an invitation and what that has to do with you?" Ye Luo glanced at him casually, his eyes sweeping over to Hou Jingwen in the distance, and then a playful smile spread across his lips, having understood what was happening.
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