That night, in the most famous restaurant in the business district of the Heavenly Flame Imperial Capital, the Golden Harbor.
The Golden Harbor was one of the most expensive restaurants in the Imperial Capital. The customers who came and went were either rich or respectable, and they all had great backgrounds. Even though it was late at night, the Mansion Jing Restaurant was still brightly lit. It was open 24 hours a day, and it was the most popular restaurant in the Imperial Capital.
However, tonight, the restaurant was unusually empty, and only laughter could be heard coming from a private room.
Apparently, all the banquet rooms in Jinhaigang had been reserved tonight.
At this moment, in a luxurious and spacious private room, a mahogany round table was surrounded by people.
On the two main seats facing the door of the private room, Long Bufan and Lin Shuang'er sat side by side. On both sides were Xiao Bai, Huo Yong, who had transformed into his human form, Lin Yan, Long Yunfei, Lei Meng, and the higher-ups of the Berserker Tribe, An Sen, Da Meng, Da Qiang, and Uncle Xiong.
Long Bufan chatted and drank with everyone. There were dozens of delicacies on the table, but no one touched their chopsticks. This was because Long Bufan said that he was waiting for someone, an important person, which made everyone curious.
Under Long Bufan's special instructions, the gluttonous Xiao Bai also secretly swallowed her saliva and suppressed her restless appetite.
Knock knock knock …
At this moment, the door of the private room was knocked. Soon after, the door was pushed open, and a black figure strode in.
Everyone's gazes immediately shot over, only to see a black-clothed young man of a similar age to Long Bufan. His body was slender and well-built, and his aura was restrained. On his delicate face was a pair of ice-cold eyes. With the exception of Long Bufan, everyone present involuntarily felt a chill in their hearts when his gaze swept past them.
This black-clothed youth was Wu Moying, who had come all the way from the neighboring Wu Inn.
Seeing Wu Moying's arrival, the corner of Long Bufan's mouth rose slightly. He stood up with a faint smile and introduced him to everyone, "This is a good friend I met in the Hundred Sect Battlefield, Wu Moying."
Wu Moying …
Lin Shuang'er, Lei Meng, and the others whispered the name and immediately remembered. Wasn't this the genius assassin of the Clan of Wu who had a fight with Long Bufan on the Hundred Sect Battle Platform?
No wonder he looked familiar. It turned out that the person Long Bufan was waiting for was him!
"I'm sorry for making everyone wait. In order to express my apology, I will punish myself with a jar of wine." Wu Moying smiled apologetically. Immediately, he lifted a jar of wine from the table and directly raised his head to drink it.
"Good alcohol tolerance." Da Meng, Uncle Xiong, and the others of the Berserker Race, who had straightforward personalities, immediately laughed and clapped their hands.
After that, Wu Moying wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and sat in the guest seat. Then, his gaze fell on Long Bufan, who was on the main seat, and said with a faint smile, "A few days ago, I was carrying out a mission and did not pay attention to the news that spread outside that you were not dead. It was not until yesterday when you used a voice transmission talisman to say that you had something to entrust me with that I was shocked. I thought that I had met a ghost."
Long Bufan raised his eyebrows and said with a playful smile, "Yes, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."
Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out in the private room. Long Bufan's words had livened up the atmosphere and made it harmonious.
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