"You want to tear down my First-grade Pavilion?!"
Qu Xiangrui flew into a rage. "I'm coming down right now. You tell them that I'm only thinking of the Cheng Family's safety, so they'd better not throw my goodwill back in my face! Their ignorance makes them fearless, and it's going to get them killed. Tell them to disappear within ten minutes, or the Cheng Family won't live to see tomorrow's sun!"
"Boss..."
The lobby manager was downstairs, facing off against the Cheng Family mbers. Hearing Qu Xiangrui's words, he broke out in a cold sweat.
He knew that Qu Xiangrui was a Ninth-Grade Master!
He was more than qualified to stand against the Cheng Family.
But those words were an undeniable, naked threat against the Cheng Family.
'Doesn't this an they're about to completely fall out?'
"You don't need to say anything else. Just warn them exactly as I told you," Qu Xiangrui instructed.
'The Cheng Family really is clueless.'
If they had offended him, he might have been able to let it slide for the Cheng Family's sake.
But the Cheng Family had gone and provoked Jiang Xinghai, a young Grandmaster. Weren't they just asking for death?
Downstairs.
After a mont's hesitation, the lobby manager walked straight out to the entrance hall.
The night was dark, but the various lights illuminated the facade of the First-grade Pavilion as if it were day.
Before him stood an old man with a goatee, glaring like a tiger stalking its prey. It was none other than Cheng Zhicheng, the brother of the Cheng Family Patriarch.
The area around the First-grade Pavilion was already surrounded by a group of n from the Cheng Family, all wearing black tank tops.
"Uncle Cheng, my boss has given his reply. He advises you all to know your place and leave at once, or you may face a fatal disaster." The lobby manager bowed slightly, showing Cheng Zhicheng plenty of respect.
"What did you say?"
Cheng Zhicheng's eyes widened in a glare, and he was clearly displeased. "Qu Xiangrui advises to leave, or I might face a fatal disaster? Is that advice, or a threat?!"
"Brother Cheng, you can take it as a threat."
Just then, Qu Xiangrui walked over with one hand behind his back and said in a low voice, "Brother Cheng, Jiahao provoked soone he shouldn't have in my First-grade Pavilion. He only got kicked once. There's no need for you to co here for revenge, nor should you. Leave at once."
"Qu Xiangrui!"
Cheng Zhicheng had co to the First-grade Pavilion on his brother's orders to demand an explanation, only to be humiliated and threatened by Qu Xiangrui. He couldn't hold back his anger any longer. "If not for the history between us, I would have already led my n to tear down this pavilion of yours!"
"Cheng Zhicheng!"
Qu Xiangrui's expression turned icy. "It is precisely because of our history that I'm warning you to leave! But you keep insisting on tearing down my First-grade Pavilion. Don't bla for turning hostile and ending our acquaintance!"
"You should know that I am from the Cheng Family, a family that is about to beco a First-class Martial Arts Clan. How could I be frightened off by a single sentence from you?"
Cheng Zhicheng stroked his goatee and smiled coldly. "Since you want to drop all pretenses, then let's drop them! In fact, from the mont you threw out my nephew, Jiahao, you, Qu Xiangrui, were already on my Cheng Family's blacklist!"
Hearing this, Qu Xiangrui raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Perhaps your Cheng Family really does have what it takes to beco a First-class Clan, but do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
"Boss Qu, let him co up."
Just then, Jiang Xinghai's voice ca through the walkie-talkie on Qu Xiangrui's shoulder.
First-grade Pavilion, ninth floor, the Venerable Hall.
Jiang Xinghai, Shen Lingxue, and Su Yanyun had been waiting for their gourt al for quite so ti, but it hadn't arrived.
It was all because the Cheng Family was causing a scene downstairs.
So, he had no choice but to use the ninth-floor waiter's walkie-talkie to contact Qu Xiangrui.
"Mr. Jiang, rest assured. I'll bring him up imdiately."
Qu Xiangrui agreed without hesitation. Then, a peculiar, cold smile appeared in his eyes. "Cheng Zhicheng, if you want to find the man who taught Cheng Jiahao a lesson, then follow to the ninth floor, if you have the guts. He... is waiting for you."
The words were heavy with aning.
"The ninth floor?"
Cheng Zhicheng couldn't help but look up at the ninth floor of the First-grade Pavilion.
He knew very well how high the standards were for service on the ninth floor of the First-grade Pavilion!
The ninth floor was reserved exclusively for First-class Clans!
Even his Cheng Family could only dine on the eighth floor!
'Is he just putting on a show?'
Cheng Zhicheng pondered for a mont. 'It's just an empty bluff. I'd like to see for myself just who this Jiang Xinghai is, that he's qualified to dine on the ninth floor!'
With that, he strode into the lobby of the First-grade Pavilion.
Ninth floor, Venerable Hall.
Shen Lingxue and Su Yanyun were chatting.
Jiang Xinghai was outside the door, smoking a cigarette and looking down at the Jizhou nightscape.
RING RING RING...
His phone rang. The caller ID showed the na Feng Lulu.
'That girl...'
Jiang Xinghai suddenly rembered he had promised to go and give Feng Lulu acupuncture and a massage tonight.
He answered the call. "Lulu, I'll head over to Jishan Hall in a little while to give you that acupuncture and massage, okay?"
"I was just about to get a hotel room. With my aunt around, I'm afraid I won't be able to relax, you know," Feng Lulu said, pouting.
"No, let's just do it at your Jishan Hall."
Jiang Xinghai quickly explained, "You're still young, don't let your mind wander all day. Besides, I'm just treating your illness. What is there to not be relaxed about?"
"But last night, wasn't it because she felt inhibited with around that my aunt went and got a hotel room?"
Feng Lulu said in a very dissatisfied tone, "I don't care. I'm going to get a hotel room in a bit, and I'll let you know when I have."
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