Listening to the discussion around him, Ren Xiaosu did not expect tonight's banquet to be so important. It was even the beginning of the relationship between the Yang Clan, the Soong Clan, and Stronghold 178 to break the ice.
Next to him, Luo Lan cursed in a low voice, "Motherfucker, that Yang Clan bastard is joining forces with the Soong Clan and Stronghold 178 to put pressure on our Kyung Clan."
The seemingly carefree Luo Lan immediately realized what the Yang Clan was up to. Now that there was no longer any suspense in the battle with the Li Consortium and the dust was about to settle, the Yang Clan had already started plotting against the Kyung Clan before the war was over.
As the saying went, a person without foresight would definitely have immediate worries. Yang Yu 'an had thought about the future of this war. Right now, he was planning to join forces with the Soong Clan and Stronghold 178 to put pressure on the Kyung Clan after the fall of the Li Consortium.
In the north, the Yang Clan could join forces with the Soong Clan and Stronghold 178, while the Kyung Clan would be squeezed into a corner to fight alone.
In fact, the Kyung Clan's east side was close to the Central Plains. However, the natural mountain road barrier not only protected the Kyung Clan, but also prevented the Kyung Clan from joining forces with other forces.
If the Yang Clan were to succeed, the Kyung Clan would probably become the lone piece on the chessboard. Everyone in the Northwest would have to target them, and the Kyung Clan would become the next Li Consortium!
When they were fighting the Li Consortium, Qing Zhen had sent Luo Lan over to join forces with the Yang Clan. However, the Yang Clan turned around and used the same tactic on Qing Zhen.
However, Luo Lan was more concerned about something else. "Since these old bastards invited me to a banquet like this, it looks like they really don't intend to let me go back …."
Ren Xiaosu looked at him. "What about you?"
"It's fine, Qing Zhen will think of a way." Luo Lan downed his glass of wine in one gulp. "I'm a hostage anyway. These country bumpkins can't deal with Qing Zhen, but the only one we have to be careful of is Stronghold 178. I've already told Qing Zhen to secretly kill Zhang Jinglin, but he refused to listen! That's good, isn't it? "
Ren Xiaosu thought for a moment and said, "Is it possible that Qing Zhen thought more than you?"
Luo Lan was stunned for a moment. "That's possible. After all, my brother is much smarter than me …"
At this time, Ren Xiaosu discovered that Luo Lan had a habit of subconsciously praising his younger brother Qing Zhen no matter where he went …
However, Ren Xiaosu suddenly thought about whether Xu Xianchu had gone to Stronghold 178 after he gave the recommendation letter to him. He also wondered how Xu Xianchu was doing there. No one had mentioned Xu Xianchu to him either.
Although he always pushed the blame to Xu Xianchu, it was only because he was forced to do so. Deep down, Ren Xiaosu liked Xu Xianchu very much because this fellow was very sincere to his friends.
When Xu Xianchu ran into him when he was fleeing into the stronghold, he even asked Ren Xiaosu if he wanted to eat half of his cornbread.
Therefore, Ren Xiaosu sincerely hoped that Xu Xianchu could make a name for himself in Stronghold 178 and have a good future.
Luo Lan suddenly looked at Ren Xiaosu. "Aren't you on good terms with Zhang Jinglin? Go and tell him that our Kyung Clan has joined forces with Stronghold 178 to eradicate the Yang Clan and the Soong Clan."
Ren Xiaosu raised an eyebrow. "My relationship with him isn't that good, so don't even think about it."
"Haha, I was just saying," Luo Lan said with a laugh.
The socialites around them were exchanging drinks with those they knew, and some of them even deliberately introduced their friends to others. This was probably how small circles were formed. Everyone would make friends with each other here who might have a beneficial relationship with each other, and then work together to form a big net.
At this moment, someone noticed Ren Xiaosu and the others. He chuckled and said, "Look at those three people in casual clothes. I saw them walking here on my way here, but I don't know how they got in."
"Haha, I saw them too. If they can get in, they must have an invitation. But I wonder who gave them the invitation."
These people were speaking very softly, so Ren Xiaosu and the others could not hear them. However, Ren Xiaosu's senses were very sharp. He could tell from the unintentional gazes these people were giving him that they were discussing him.
As for what they were discussing, he could even guess with his toes.
Gradually, more and more people around them turned their attention to Ren Xiaosu and the others. Everyone was whispering to each other as though they had found a good topic to talk about.
But they were speaking very softly to avoid making Ren Xiaosu and the others feel awkward if they heard them. This was probably what they meant by "demeanor" and "upbringing."
Yan Liuyuan was in the middle of this gorgeous banquet. The beautiful lights shone on the lawn from all directions. If it were possible, he would have liked to overlook all of this from afar instead of being in the middle of it and listening to the mundane discussions around him.
The people around him seemed to be wearing hypocritical masks as they snickered and commented on him from head to toe.
He had once dreamed of entering the stronghold with Ren Xiaosu. But now that he thought about it, that dream seemed so ridiculous.
Actually, the stronghold wasn't that great after all.
Or rather, this was not the world he liked.
Luo Lan looked around, then looked at Yan Liuyuan's lonely gaze. He suddenly said loudly, "What the fuck are y 'all looking at? Who made it a rule that I have to wear formal attire to attend a banquet? Can't I wear casual clothes if I want to? "
A middle-aged man frowned and said, "Please be more civilized. This is an occasion of high society. You're not allowed to behave atrociously here."
Luo Lan was so angry he laughed. He walked up and slapped the man in the face. Then he said fiercely, "How can you talk to me like that? I already noticed you just now. You're the one who's smiling the most! "
Everyone at the side seemed to be stunned by Luo Lan's slap. They really didn't expect that someone would hit someone at such a gorgeous banquet!
The middle-aged man covered his face and said in a daze, "Do you know who I am?"
Luo Lan laughed. "Are you going to reveal your identity just like that? What? You're a man, so why don't you retaliate after getting hit? Where's your guts?! You're such a sissy! "
The middle-aged man said angrily, "I'm the director of Stronghold 88's Public Order Division!"
Luo Lan narrowed his eyes. "Then do you know who I am?"
As he spoke, Luo Lan scanned the surroundings like a ferocious tiger.
Everyone knew that the Kyung Clan was a silent tiger named Qing Zhen. But they did not know that Luo Lan had hidden something in order to make Qing Zhen even more dazzling.
He said he deserved to give up all the good things in this world to Qing Zhen because he had a worthless life.
But a tiger was a tiger. That was something that was ingrained in his bones and would eventually reveal itself.
Luo Lan sneered and said, "Listen up, my name is Luo Lan. Let's see who dares to touch me!"
The crowd burst into an uproar. Everyone in Stronghold 88 knew Luo Lan was here. Although the Yang Clan had placed him under house arrest, Qing Zhen had already become the leader of the Kyung Clan. It would be fine if Luo Lan was still alive. But if Luo Lan were to die, who would bear the brunt of Qing Zhen's wrath?
At this moment, the crowd suddenly fell silent. It was as though tens of thousands of flies had suddenly fallen silent.
The crowd turned their gazes to the end of the lawn where a young girl in casual clothes was standing.
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