"Ai, this time, when Wang Ku Lu returned, my territory in the northern part of the city was swept clean. Even the most profitable casino didn't dare to open for business."
"Isn't it the same for me? Every department came to find trouble with me, and I was badly battered."
"You've said so much, but Master Chu Tian's losses were the heaviest. The ports that he controlled were all taken back by the Wang family. At least half of his income was gone."
The four big shots were dejected. Wang Ku Lu's rank of major was enough to make them gasp for breath. Although they were big shots, they didn't dare go against the military. Moreover, Wang Ku Lu clearly wanted to cause trouble for Zhuo Bufan.
Suddenly, a youth appeared on the stone path. His skin was as white as jade, and his features were picturesque, but there was a cross-shaped scar on his cheek. When Chu Tian and the other three saw Zhuo Bufan, they immediately greeted him respectfully.
"Mr. Zhuo."
However, the four people's gazes fell on the scar on his face, and they didn't dare to ask any questions.
"Where is Wang Ku Lu's Hongmen Banquet?" Zhuo Bufan asked as she glanced at Chu Tian.
Chu Tian replied, "It's in the outskirts of Silvermoon Manor, but Mr. Zhuo … if we go this time, I'm afraid we'll fall into Wang Ku Lu's ambush. He's clearly inviting us into a trap!"
"If he wants to play, then I'll play with him. Is it easy to invite him into a trap, or is it hard to send him away?" Zhuo Bufan lightly said as she crawled into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
The car left Shaohua Lake, and the scenery outside the window quickly flowed by. Zhuo Bufan calmly closed her eyes to rest.
Outside Silvermoon Manor, all sorts of luxury cars were parked. The worst was a Mercedes-Benz 320, and there were no cars worth less than a million. The most eye-catching were several Audi and Jeeps with Jinling military license plates. In addition, there were dozens of black-suited bodyguards.
The guests were all from the upper class of Jinling. Although it was a private gathering, everyone knew the inside story.
During the time that Zhuo Bufan had been away from Jinling, Wang Kulv had returned and used Iron Blood to suppress Chu Tian and the others. It was obvious that he was trying to find fault with Zhuo Bufan. Today was an occasion for a lecture, and he had invited them to be witnesses.
The Wang family had been established in Jinling City for decades and had a strong foundation. If it were not for Zhuo Bufan's sudden appearance that caught the Wang family off guard, the nobles who had attached themselves to the Wang family would not have turned against them so quickly.
Lei Tianpeng and Lian Huaigu had mixed feelings in their hearts. It was clear that they had chosen sides. They had a good relationship with Zhuo Bufan and had received many benefits, but ever since Wang Ku Lu had returned, the people who had done business with them had begun to distance themselves from them, causing their business to be bleak.
There were two rows of pear blossom carved wooden chairs in the inner hall, and between each chair was a tea table.
Wang Kulv and Wang Qiwen sat at the head of the table. There was also a white-haired old man, the oldest granduncle of the Wang family. As for Wang Wenwu and Wang Ya, they sat to the side. Wang Qiwen was the eldest son of the Wang family, ranked fourth on the Hurun List.
At this time, someone called out from outside, "Young Master Wang, Zhuo Bufan is here."
Wang Kulv casually raised his head and lightly said, "Let him in."
The people in the hall all looked outside. They saw a green-clothed youth followed by four middle-aged men. They strode into the inner hall with their heads held high.
"That's Young Master Wang, who has recently appeared in Jinling. Why is he so ugly?"
"Shh, lower your voice. Do you think you're Young Master Wang? If you dare to speak like that, be careful or you'll get into trouble. Do you see the people behind him?"
The middle-aged man who had just spoken immediately shut his mouth because he had recognized the identities of the four middle-aged men behind him. They were Chu Tian from the West City, Ye Beiliang from the North City, Liu Dong from the East City, and Hei Bao from the South City. They were all famous underground bosses in Jinling.
These people casually used a bit of power and could make an ordinary businessman disappear from Jinling without leaving a trace.
This ordinary high school boy was actually the famous Young Master Wang of Jinling. It truly shocked many people.
"Mr. Zhuo."
"Mr. Zhuo."
Lei Tianpeng, Lian Huaigu, and the other businessmen who had greeted Zhuo Bufan weakly greeted him. As for the others, they simply pretended not to see Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan glanced at them and said in a low voice, "Master Chu Tian, now is the time for you to see him clearly."
"Mm." Chu Tian gave a muffled grunt. He memorized all the people who usually served him but had now changed sides at the last minute.
Wang Kulv, Wang Wenwu, and Wang Ya lifted him up. When they saw Zhuo Bufan walk in with only Chu Tian's group of four, a cold light flashed in their eyes.
"Mr. Zhuo, please take a seat." A man with a ramrod straight figure stood behind a pear wood chair and slightly narrowed his eyes.
When the man saw that Zhuo Bufan was ignoring him, his eyes burned with anger. He raised his voice, "Mr. Zhuo, sit here."
As he spoke, he walked directly towards Zhuo Bufan. It was Lu Zhuang, the man Wang Kulv had met at Ye Ziqin's villa. He was also Wang Kulv's number one confidant. Lu Zhuang stretched out a hand, wanting to place it on Zhuo Bufan's shoulder to show his strength.
Zhuo Bufan stood there like a spear. Before Lu Zhuang's hand could touch his shoulder, it was as if he had been electrocuted. His entire body was sent flying and he fell onto the floor.
Wang Kulv slightly frowned. He was a military graduate and had mixed in with the army, so he naturally knew about the existence of martial artists. However, he only frowned for a moment before he relaxed.
In his opinion, Zhuo Bufan's strength was at most around the first level of Covert Power. With this kind of strength, it wouldn't be difficult for him to make a name for himself in Jinling. However, he didn't really place Zhuo Bufan in his eyes. Although there were rumors that Zhuo Bufan had caught bullets with his bare hands, and Wang Wenwu had said that he had killed Yang Qi with a single palm strike, seeing it with his own eyes and hearing it with his own eyes were two different things. It was impossible for him to experience that kind of shock.
Even if all of this was true, couldn't he, Wang Kulv, find a martial artist? In fact, he looked down on those who practiced martial arts. No matter how high their martial arts were, they couldn't block machine guns, grenades, or rockets. The era of cold weapons had long since ended.
In this instant, Wang Kulv had already thought it over. The corners of his mouth curved into a sinister smile. The conclusion he came to was not a problem.
"I don't have the habit of letting a man touch my shoulder." After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he sat down on a chair. Chu Tian and the others only stood behind him. The difference in status was obvious.
Lu Zhuang awkwardly stood up and glared at Zhuo Bufan. He clenched his teeth and finally retreated to the side. He knew that if he used brute force, he wouldn't be a match for Zhuo Bufan.
Wang Kulv looked at him and said, "I haven't even returned to Jinling, but I've heard of Mister Zhuo's name. Now that I've seen you today, you are indeed a dragon among men, a young hero."
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