Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Mo Xing was livid, his words explosive and his face dark with anger.

The lackeys of Brother Hong across from him began to tremble in their legs, not daring to utter another word.

"Let me tell you, don't think too highly of yourselves. At the end of the day, you're nothing but Brother Hong's dogs. I'm on the path of righteousness now, but if this were the past, I wouldn't have hesitated to slaughter you!" Mo Xing barked fiercely.

In fact, what he said was nothing but lies. He was on the path of righteousness?

Bullshit, he was just afraid of tarnishing his old man's reputation, knowing that his father was at a critical juncture that could determine whether he could climb higher and become a true leader.

The burly men could only nod their agreement, their earlier arrogance nowhere to be seen.

"All of you get the hell out and kneel at the door. If anyone dares stand up, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Mo Xing said with a cold voice.

The seven or eight burly men nodded hastily and went out with pale faces to kneel down, bowing their heads and trembling in fear.

"Everyone, just play at will, today's expenses are on me!" Mo Xing declared with a sweep of his hand, shouting to the now silent Imperial Dynasty Disco.

The previously quiet crowd suddenly surged with excitement, cheering with delight. Mo Xing's face too was lit with excitement, indulging in playing the role of a wealthy magnate—of course, the money was nothing to him.

"Sister-in-law, you have to give me a discount," Mo Xing said to Mu Ninghan with a smile.

Mu Ninghan smiled faintly, "Don't even think about leaving my disco today without losing a penny, Young Master Mo."

After finishing her sentence, Mu Ninghan took Han Qingxin back upstairs, leaving Ye Ling, Mo Xing, and Xiao Hong together.

Sitting on the sofa, Mo Xing felt on top of the world, smirking with his arm around Xiao Hong, "How about that! Aren't I manly? Let me tell you, I'm just being nice now. In the past, I would have already slapped them to death."

"Yes! You're so manly!" Xiao Hong said sweetly, clinging tightly to Mo Xing's waist.

Ye Ling sighed, "Alright, you bunch of shameless people, go do what you need to do. Stop flaunting your love here. There are spare rooms upstairs."

"Xiao Hong, don't go draining our Young Master Mo dry. He's only got so much vitality in him."

Xiao Hong's face reddened slightly, "How could I? Young Master Mo is sure to be full of vigor and vitality, besides, I know how to replenish it. I have quite the technique."

Xiao Hong was unashamed. After all, in her line of work, concern for face wasn't conducive to the job.

Mo Xing chuckled, "Relax, if you take good care of me, I'll make sure to set you up with a good life."

While saying that, Mo Xing pointed at Ye Ling, "Just you wait here, buddy. I'm off to enjoy myself, haha. Tomorrow at eight, we'll be waiting for the almighty Brother Hong."

Ye Ling cursed playfully for him to get lost, and the two men went upstairs arm in arm, leaving Ye Ling alone with a bottle of beer. Taking a sip, he looked longingly at the room Mu Ninghan and Han Qingxin had entered.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Crack! A bolt of lightning tore through Cangqiong, and a torrential rain began. The already slightly chilly early morning now felt even cooler with the rain and thunder.

At the entrance to Imperial Dynasty Disco, several burly men knelt on the ground, gritting their teeth with rage yet daring not to move.

The leader, who begrudged kneeling for an extra minute even when paying respects to his ancestors every year, now did not dare to stand up, his heart boiling with anger.

"Big brother! We can't take this lying down. Let's fight!" one of the burly men hissed desperately, unwilling to suffer the humiliation.

However, the leader shook his head, "Think not only of yourself. Have you considered your family?"

Everyone was taken aback. Yes, their families lived in the Coal City, where defying Brother Hong could spell their doom. He could easily ruin their lives and homes with a flick of his wrist.

"There's no choice. We've caused big trouble. Brother Hong is actually reasonable. We can't make more trouble for him," the leader said softly.

The others nodded. Although they could flee, their families could not, and acting on impulse might lead to an even worse fate.

Brother Hong's methods were ruthless indeed, and with his vast influence, the men would be dead unless they left the country.

Moreover, the leader left one thing unsaid: they were disarmed, and considering who was behind them, they likely couldn't lay a finger on the young man who had injured them.

In the whirlwind and downpour, several figures knelt rigidly, not daring to move an inch.

An hour later, customers leaving the disco pointed and whispered at the sight of the burly men, recognizing the gun-wielding, brash man from earlier.

Seeing them so submissive while kneeling, everyone felt a newfound respect for Imperial Dynasty Disco.

It seemed that causing trouble at Imperial Dynasty was to be avoided at all costs, otherwise they would end up just like these example-setting men.

"What are you all looking at? Mind your business, or I'll wipe out your entire families!" one of the burly men roared, unable to bear the pointing and whispering any longer.

They might not dare to move because of Mo Xing, but that didn't mean they would tolerate mockery from just anyone. Each of them had a fierce aura, backed by their history of serious violence, enough to freeze any ordinary person in their tracks.

Inside the disco, many customers had left, but some still danced wildly to the music.

Ye Ling finished a few beers, his lust growing by the minute. He smirked to himself and headed upstairs.

Creak, Ye Ling opened the room the two women had entered. It was a suite with a bathing area and a lounge outside the bedroom.

The lounge was empty, and the two women were already asleep inside the bedroom. But Mu Ninghan, having some martial arts chops, had keen hearing. She sensed someone coming and immediately sat up.

"Shh, come here." Ye Ling tiptoed in, and Mu Ninghan, seemingly anticipating Ye Ling's intentions, blushed.

Without further ado, two silhouettes, bathed in the glow of the light, cast long, slanting shadows...