Chapter 90
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Chapter 90
In the grand hall of Pingjiang Business Association.
Mao Lin sat on the left, Mao Yi sat on the right, and they welcomed the three Martial Spirits masters to the seats of honor, chatting and drinking happily.
"President, this is bad!"
Just then, a stewardly man rushed in in a hurry.
"What's going on?" Mao Lin slammed down his wine glass and thundered in anger: "Didn't you see I'm entertaining the three masters here? How dare you rush in so recklessly?"
"President, something big has happened!" The steward said anxiously, "According to our insider in Baofeng Business Association, Yi Feng has closed down Baofeng along with its members, and they are prepared to make a move on our Pingjiang Business Association!"
"What?"
Mao Lin's expression darkened.
He didn't expect that the prestigious Baofeng Business Association would actually close down for a small fry like Yi Feng, and even take action against his Pingjiang Business Association.
This was indeed a big deal.
If not handled properly, it could lead to an all out war between the two associations!
"Yi'er, keep the three masters company, I'm going to see what exactly is going on." Mao Lin immediately instructed. He dared not take such a matter lightly.
"President Mao, where are you going? Come back and keep drinking!" However, before Mao Lin could leave, one of the Martial Spirits called out leisurely, "Are you just going to leave us here unattended? That would be very impolite!"
Hearing this, Mao Lin's face was hard. Bowing his head low he said, "Masters, you heard it too. Baofeng has closed down for that little bastard, and plans to make a move on my Pingjiang. As the president I must take control of the situation!"
"And my son is still here to accompany you drinking!"
However, the Martial Spirit had no intention of letting Mao Lin leave. He raised his mouth corners and tapped the stool decisively, leaving no room for argument.Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
All they had to do was wait for Yi Feng and Baofeng to arrive and deliver themselves to their deaths.
Just then, several small birds glided across the sky.
Right after, dozens of phantom-like shadows swept through the air soundlessly, hovering high above looking down at Pingjiang below, their faces full of coldness.
Next moment, thirty-six Heavenly Stems and seventy-two Earthly Branches rode flying beasts as they arrived. The massive beasts clustered together, casting a huge shadow on the ground, giving off an immense sense of oppression.
Qingshan Sect's 108 halls, nearly 100,000 disciples, had already surrounded Baofeng Business Association three rings deep, preventing anyone inside from escaping.
Finally.
With another earth-shaking aura, it was the furious Lu Qingshan, legendary blade in hand, clearly displaying how serious he took this matter!
"President, president, bad news! Yi Feng's men are here!"
Just as Mao Lin and the three Martial Spirits were drinking merrily, the steward from before cried out again. His panicked look caused him to trip over the doorstep and tumble right in.
"President Mao, your men really are gutless!"
Seeing this, one of the Martial Spirits scoffed with contempt.
Hearing this, Mao Lin was extremely embarrassed. He quickly thundered at the steward, "Didn't I say I'm accompanying the masters drinking? Don't be so rude. And I already said, now that they're here they're here. With the three masters what do we have to fear?"
"But president, there's so many of them!" The steward added anxiously, "We absolutely can't let our guard down!"
"Annoying."
Clearly the Martial Spirit had no wish to hear the steward say another word. With a wave of his arm, the steward was reduced to a bloody rain. Then he turned to Mao Lin and said leisurely, "President Mao, your men don't seem to have much faith in us huh?"
"No, no, of course not..."
Mao Lin quickly explained, "He's just a lowly steward, what does he know? He saw their numbers and was frightened, foolishly thinking numbers could threaten the masters. When in your eyes, no matter how many come, they simply come to die."
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Chapter 90
In the grand hall of Pingjiang Business Association.
Mao Lin sat on the left, Mao Yi sat on the right, and they welcomed the three Martial Spirits masters to the seats of honor, chatting and drinking happily.
"President, this is bad!"
Just then, a stewardly man rushed in in a hurry.
"What's going on?" Mao Lin slammed down his wine glass and thundered in anger: "Didn't you see I'm entertaining the three masters here? How dare you rush in so recklessly?"
"President, something big has happened!" The steward said anxiously, "According to our insider in Baofeng Business Association, Yi Feng has closed down Baofeng along with its members, and they are prepared to make a move on our Pingjiang Business Association!"
"What?"
Mao Lin's expression darkened.
He didn't expect that the prestigious Baofeng Business Association would actually close down for a small fry like Yi Feng, and even take action against his Pingjiang Business Association.
This was indeed a big deal.
If not handled properly, it could lead to an all out war between the two associations!
"Yi'er, keep the three masters company, I'm going to see what exactly is going on." Mao Lin immediately instructed. He dared not take such a matter lightly.
"President Mao, where are you going? Come back and keep drinking!" However, before Mao Lin could leave, one of the Martial Spirits called out leisurely, "Are you just going to leave us here unattended? That would be very impolite!"
Hearing this, Mao Lin's face was hard. Bowing his head low he said, "Masters, you heard it too. Baofeng has closed down for that little bastard, and plans to make a move on my Pingjiang. As the president I must take control of the situation!"
"And my son is still here to accompany you drinking!"
However, the Martial Spirit had no intention of letting Mao Lin leave. He raised his mouth corners and tapped the stool decisively, leaving no room for argument.Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
All they had to do was wait for Yi Feng and Baofeng to arrive and deliver themselves to their deaths.
Just then, several small birds glided across the sky.
Right after, dozens of phantom-like shadows swept through the air soundlessly, hovering high above looking down at Pingjiang below, their faces full of coldness.
Next moment, thirty-six Heavenly Stems and seventy-two Earthly Branches rode flying beasts as they arrived. The massive beasts clustered together, casting a huge shadow on the ground, giving off an immense sense of oppression.
Qingshan Sect's 108 halls, nearly 100,000 disciples, had already surrounded Baofeng Business Association three rings deep, preventing anyone inside from escaping.
Finally.
With another earth-shaking aura, it was the furious Lu Qingshan, legendary blade in hand, clearly displaying how serious he took this matter!
"President, president, bad news! Yi Feng's men are here!"
Just as Mao Lin and the three Martial Spirits were drinking merrily, the steward from before cried out again. His panicked look caused him to trip over the doorstep and tumble right in.
"President Mao, your men really are gutless!"
Seeing this, one of the Martial Spirits scoffed with contempt.
Hearing this, Mao Lin was extremely embarrassed. He quickly thundered at the steward, "Didn't I say I'm accompanying the masters drinking? Don't be so rude. And I already said, now that they're here they're here. With the three masters what do we have to fear?"
"But president, there's so many of them!" The steward added anxiously, "We absolutely can't let our guard down!"
"Annoying."
Clearly the Martial Spirit had no wish to hear the steward say another word. With a wave of his arm, the steward was reduced to a bloody rain. Then he turned to Mao Lin and said leisurely, "President Mao, your men don't seem to have much faith in us huh?"
"No, no, of course not..."
Mao Lin quickly explained, "He's just a lowly steward, what does he know? He saw their numbers and was frightened, foolishly thinking numbers could threaten the masters. When in your eyes, no matter how many come, they simply come to die."
Chapter 90In the grand hall of Pingjiang Business Association.Mao Lin sat on the left, Mao Yi sat on the right, and they welcomed the three Martial Spirits masters to the seats of honor, chatting and drinking happily."President, this is bad!"Just then, a stewardly man rushed in in a hurry."What's going on?" Mao Lin slammed down his wine glass and thundered in anger: "Didn't you see I'm entertaining the three masters here? How dare you rush in so recklessly?""President, something big has happened!" The steward said anxiously, "According to our insider in Baofeng Business Association, Yi Feng has closed down Baofeng along with its members, and they are prepared to make a move on our Pingjiang Business Association!""What?"Mao Lin's expression darkened.He didn't expect that the prestigious Baofeng Business Association would actually close down for a small fry like Yi Feng, and even take action against his Pingjiang Business Association.This was indeed a big deal.If not handled properly, it could lead to an all out war between the two associations!"Yi'er, keep the three masters company, I'm going to see what exactly is going on." Mao Lin immediately instructed. He dared not take such a matter lightly."President Mao, where are you going? Come back and keep drinking!" However, before Mao Lin could leave, one of the Martial Spirits called out leisurely, "Are you just going to leave us here unattended? That would be very impolite!"Hearing this, Mao Lin's face was hard. Bowing his head low he said, "Masters, you heard it too. Baofeng has closed down for that little bastard, and plans to make a move on my Pingjiang. As the president I must take control of the situation!""And my son is still here to accompany you drinking!"However, the Martial Spirit had no intention of letting Mao Lin leave. He raised his mouth corners and tapped the stool decisively, leaving no room for argument.N00vl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.All they had to do was wait for Yi Feng and Baofeng to arrive and deliver themselves to their deaths.Just then, several small birds glided across the sky.Right after, dozens of phantom-like shadows swept through the air soundlessly, hovering high above looking down at Pingjiang below, their faces full of coldness.Next moment, thirty-six Heavenly Stems and seventy-two Earthly Branches rode flying beasts as they arrived. The massive beasts clustered together, casting a huge shadow on the ground, giving off an immense sense of oppression.Qingshan Sect's 108 halls, nearly 100,000 disciples, had already surrounded Baofeng Business Association three rings deep, preventing anyone inside from escaping.Finally.With another earth-shaking aura, it was the furious Lu Qingshan, legendary blade in hand, clearly displaying how serious he took this matter!"President, president, bad news! Yi Feng's men are here!"Just as Mao Lin and the three Martial Spirits were drinking merrily, the steward from before cried out again. His panicked look caused him to trip over the doorstep and tumble right in."President Mao, your men really are gutless!"Seeing this, one of the Martial Spirits scoffed with contempt.Hearing this, Mao Lin was extremely embarrassed. He quickly thundered at the steward, "Didn't I say I'm accompanying the masters drinking? Don't be so rude. And I already said, now that they're here they're here. With the three masters what do we have to fear?""But president, there's so many of them!" The steward added anxiously, "We absolutely can't let our guard down!""Annoying."Clearly the Martial Spirit had no wish to hear the steward say another word. With a wave of his arm, the steward was reduced to a bloody rain. Then he turned to Mao Lin and said leisurely, "President Mao, your men don't seem to have much faith in us huh?""No, no, of course not..."Mao Lin quickly explained, "He's just a lowly steward, what does he know? He saw their numbers and was frightened, foolishly thinking numbers could threaten the masters. When in your eyes, no matter how many come, they simply come to die."
