"Damn it, these bastards are all like monkeys, so cunning!" In a frozen dessert shop in Kunming, Zhang Guodong sat leisurely by the window, drinking a cup of Blue Mountain coffee while looking across the street, cursing inwardly. Since Liao Tian and his fellow disciples Liu Zhengyuan entered the city, Zhang Guodong had followed them here. But when their target entered the private club, the groups of followers stopped approaching and dispersed into the crowd to continue their surveillance.
If they don't step forward, a conflict can't break out, and Zhang Guodong can't get involved. He even wondered if these people were just tracking and monitoring him, or if they wouldn't act until they reached their actual destination.
That won't work.
"This coffee is awful, so bitter!" Zhang Guodong took a sip of the brown liquid, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue; he really couldn't get used to it.
Blue Mountain coffee has a great reputation, and Zhang Guodong had heard of it. However, he had never drunk coffee before. He only had a connection with tea and couldn't tell the difference between good and bad.
However, it's said that the annual production of Blue Mountain coffee beans is extremely limited, so it's hard to say whether genuine coffee can even reach this city; most of it is probably fake. That's for sure. However, Zhang Guodong had no interest in verifying its authenticity.
His gaze lingered on the golden signboard of the Imperial City Club, lost in thought. Where had he heard of this place before?
"Oh right, it was Fatty who mentioned it," Zhang Guodong's eyes lit up. Fatty had mentioned the Imperial City Club, practically drooling over it, which Zhang Guodong scoffed at. Fatty's older sister was wealthy, but far from being able to afford the Imperial City Club, and she wouldn't give Fatty that much money to squander. The reason Fatty was so envious was definitely because, as they'd heard, there were A-list actresses there.
Which man hasn't had a crush? Fatty did, and Zhang Guodong once did too.
"Beijing, yes, it was started by some influential people in Beijing. It's said that the children of ministerial and vice-ministerial level leaders, and vice-national level leaders are the regulars here, along with some business tycoons or their children who are second-generation rich. In short, everyone who comes here is someone of great status and influence." Zhang Guodong had sorted out his thoughts.
Lin Hongwu, Xu Ming, and other纨绔 (sons of wealthy and powerful families) were frequent visitors to the Imperial City Club. It wasn't their wealth that mattered, but rather the immense power they represented, which earned them respect. The five major families alone possessed vast and powerful political influence, commanding the respect of everyone.
"Sir, would you like more coffee?" After what seemed like an eternity, a pleasant voice rang in Zhang Guodong's ears. It was the waitress. He had long since finished his coffee, but he'd forgotten what it tasted like.
"Huh? Oh, never mind, let's pay the bill." Zhang Guodong snapped out of his daze, glanced at his glass, and smiled slightly, looking a little embarrassed.
Stepping out of the coffee shop, the air inside was considerably warmer than inside. In Kunming, in the southwest, near the south, the sun has returned to the equator, yet the temperature has risen. Here, at this time of year, Kunming is also known as the Flower City.
"I need to find a way to expose these people. Otherwise, when will this end?" Zhang Guodong made up his mind. He thought to himself, "The Wanxian Wine has fallen; now it's my real business, and I can't afford to delay. What I left for Xiaohu won't last long."
"To stir up trouble?!"
Since you won't come out, then I'll come and chase you out.
By alerting Liao Tian and Liu Zhengyuan, Zhang Guodong had achieved his goal. Things needed a solution. Only then could Liao Tian and Liu Zhengyuan leave with peace of mind. Suspicion would only make things worse.
"Watch out!" The light had just turned green. Zhang Guodong had barely taken a step when he saw a silver sports car speeding out from the side. About seven or eight meters away, an old woman was slowly shuffling along.
"Ah! The car's sudden movement startled many people, who couldn't help but scream and scramble to get out of the way."
But the sports car couldn't brake in time and sped straight ahead, its tires screeching as they scraped the pavement.
"Peng."
The sports car hurtled towards the old woman. Left with no other option, Zhang Guodong rushed out and, just in time, caught her, rolling on the ground to avoid the collision. But then he heard a thud as the car hit the ground. The sound made his face change drastically.
"Oh no!" Zhang Guodong jumped to his feet, ignoring the traffic police running towards him, and ran towards the Royal City Club.
Just as the old lady was being rescued, a figure fell from the seventh-floor balcony of the Royal City Club. It bumped against the steps and decorative panels a few times before plummeting to the ground with a loud thud.
A girl jumped off a building!
It's over! Zhang Guodong's mental power could reach that area, but it was too late for him to save them. What fueled Zhang Guodong's anger was that a figure appeared behind the balcony—it was Liu Zhengyuan.
The cultivators slaughtered mortals? This was intolerable to Zhang Guodong, and his murderous intent began to rise.
"Oh no, someone jumped off a building over there!"
Eventually, someone saw what was happening. A traffic accident occurred almost simultaneously. And then someone jumped from the seventh floor of the Royal City Clubhouse! Could they possibly survive such a fall?
"Quick, hurry!" The traffic police shouted as soon as they saw two accidents had occurred at this time.
"Liu Zhengyuan, you're asking for death!" Zhang Guodong was filled with rage. He ran faster than the world-renowned sprinter and arrived at the scene in the very next second.
But nobody pays attention to this right now.
Zhang Guodong was the first to arrive and immediately saw a thin figure lying motionless in front of a car. The hood of the car was caved in on all four sides, showing how hard the fall had been. Blood immediately flowed down the four grooves and onto the ground.
He rushed over immediately, and upon seeing her, he was even more furious. How old was this girl?
"Call the police! What the hell are you all standing there for?" Zhang Guodong, in a fit of rage, saw so many staff members at the club entrance just staring blankly. He grabbed a parking sign and threw it at them, roaring.
"Quickly, seal it off." The sign didn't hit anyone, but it shattered a glass door, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. At that moment, a man in a suit in the crowd whispered to his men.
This is a major incident. While the Royal City Club isn't afraid of pressure from above, they can't let the general public know. This news must be kept secret!
The security guards and some staff members in the crowd nodded, understanding the manager's meaning. A group of seven or eight people quickly surrounded him. Zhang Guodong had thought these people were there to help, but the opposite happened. They actually started pulling and tugging at him; the force wasn't to help him up, but to control him, while the girl, whose fate was unknown, was covered with a plastic bag by a staff member.
"Get out of my way!" Zhang Guodong roared in fury. These repeated outbursts of anger were not a good sign.
In a fit of anger, Zhang Guodong acted without restraint.
"Aiding and abetting evil, you deserve to die!" Zhang Guodong's fist slammed into these men, the fist gradually enlarging before their astonished eyes. Then, a cracking sound rang out, and excruciating pain struck. Only then did they realize they had been hit?
Someone actually dared to cause trouble at the Imperial City Club? And even start a fight? They couldn't even imagine it. Even the most spoiled brats from the provinces behaved like lapdogs here.
But they couldn't figure this out for the time being.
Within seconds, Zhang Guodong took down eight men. Their fates were unknown; Mao had defeated them with a single move!
"You, how dare you commit violence here?" The manager was terrified and shouted in a panic.
Another update. Only a little over two thousand words. Tiandao feels this is better, splitting it into two parts. Tiandao is going to sleep. He hasn't slept well these past few days. Tiandao will sleep for a while and then continue writing... To find out what happens next, please log in to 6 hearts, follow Zhang Ping for more, support the author, and support genuine reading!
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