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Chapter 578 - 623: Of Course, We Speak with Fists

Chapter 578: Chapter 623: Of Course, We Speak with Fists

Fang Yi and Su Ge’er left the airport, drawing many a backward glance.

Of course, it wasn’t Fang Yi who was drawing the looks, but Su Ge’er.

Su Ge’er combined charm and seduction in one person and wore a pair of sunglasses, exuding a strong woman vibe.

Within the Dragon Soul Alliance, Fang Yi was the boss, but outside of it, Su Ge’er was the boss—a mutual understanding between the two since Su Ge’er was the Chief Disciple of the Desire Sect, and their relationship was one of cooperation.

Thus, as a man, Fang Yi, who had the awareness that men should serve beautiful women, was pulling a suitcase and walking side by side with Su Ge’er, actually resembling Su Ge’er’s bodyguard.

Right as they arrived outside the airport, they were met with a reception.

There to receive them was a somewhat sallow and skinny man, dressed rather informally, much like a thug. He stood next to a black sedan and immediately approached them upon their arrival.

The thug greeted them with a smile, "Alliance Hierarch, Squad Leader Su, good to see you."

"What’s your name?" Fang Yi asked.

"They call me Ah Jiu. I was just taken in by Squad Leader Yang a few days ago," Ah Jiu said with a smile, promptly taking the suitcase from Fang Yi to put it in the trunk.

Although it was strange that the Alliance Hierarch, not the Squad Leader, was handling the suitcase, Ah Jiu smartly did not ask.

Ah Jiu drove, Fang Yi sat in the passenger seat, and Su Ge’er took the back seat.

The black Kia hit the road, and Fang Yi observed Ah Jiu discreetly, casually saying, "Ah Jiu, what did you do before?"

Looking a bit embarrassed, Ah Jiu said, "Actually, before Squad Leader Yang took me in, I was a gang member of the Sky Alliance."

"Sky Alliance?" Fang Yi pretended not to understand.

"Yeah, so it goes—Lank City has three alliances. Aside from these three, the rest are just small fry," Ah Jiu explained while driving.

Sky Alliance, whose registered membership number runs into the tens of thousands within its own alliance, is a force to be reckoned with.

Qinghong Alliance, this alliance has quite the history. The name ’Qinghong’ hails from the Qing dynasty.

As for 41, it is an emerging alliance, arguably with the highest number of gang members, but it is internally scattered and lacking unity despite its numbers.

Fang Yi gathered a superficial understanding of the three alliances as he asked Ah Jiu many questions along the way.

Fang Yi had never been to Lank City before, as he used to roam mostly abroad, but he knew that Lank City boasted one of the top three ports in the world, with a massive trade volume relying solely on its port.

And moreover, Lank City was also the world’s third major Gold City—it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it the City of Gold.

After about twenty minutes, they reached their destination—a hotel in Lank City where Fang Yi and Su Ge’er would be staying.

After they arrived at the hotel, Ah Jiu left and Fang Yi didn’t stop him.

The hotel reservations were for two rooms, luxury suites.

Even though they were there to ’inspect,’ they couldn’t treat themselves poorly.

Fang Yi dragged the suitcase into his room while Su Ge’er went into hers first, then flopped down onto the massive bed like a limp eel.

Her smooth silken skin and her hair spreading out, Su Ge’er lying on the bed had not a shred of image, and her pose was overly tempting.

"Alliance Hierarch," suddenly, Su Ge’er said, half-lying down, supporting her temple with a jade-like hand, eyes alluring like silk.

"What’s up?" Fang Yi responded.

"I’m so tired," Su Ge’er said with a coquettish tone.

"Shall I give you a massage?" Fang Yi offered.

"Alliance Hierarch," suddenly, Su Ge’er said in a soft voice.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think something’s come up with Yang Dingfeng?" Su Ge’er asked.

"What kind of problem?"

"We’ve been off the plane and here for quite some time, and he hasn’t shown up. Surely he hasn’t done something unsavory," Su Ge’er said.

"I don’t care about that stuff; I’m only interested in how the base he’s established here is doing," Fang Yi said.

The so-called base was actually a factory. Gold needed to be refined, and that work relied on factories. It was impossible to brazenly do so on the mainland, but in Lank City, as long as one obtained legal rights, anything could be done.

Su Ge’er, eyes beguiling like water, said, "Fine, this time I’ll just think of it as traveling with you, the Alliance Hierarch. Whatever you say goes."

"Really?" Fang Yi asked.

"Of course, it’s real."

Quickly kneel down, for me...

Fang Yi wanted to say it, but thinking it over, the journey was tiring, so he let it be.

...

That evening, Yang Dingfeng finally showed up late. Upon seeing Fang Yi, he quickly jogged over.

But Fang Yi noticed something was off with Yang Dingfeng’s complexion. Sending Su Ge’er away, Fang Yi asked, "What’s wrong, Yang Dingfeng? Running into trouble here?"

Yang Dingfeng nodded, his face fraught with worry, and said, "Big trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Actually, I had already set up the factory here and got approval. But last night, the Sky Alliance sent some people warning me—if I want the factory to start working officially, I’d have to give them a fifty percent stake, otherwise..."

Yang Dingfeng’s forehead was beaded with sweat.

Fang Yi’s brows furrowed suddenly, and he asked with a deep voice, "Otherwise, what?"

"Otherwise, the entire Sky Alliance would cause trouble for our factory. They threatened that no workers would come to work for us, and even government officials would crack down on us..."

In short, if they didn’t agree to Sky Alliance’s demands, they would follow through with these actions.

Fang Yi’s frown deepened. He hadn’t expected to run into such trouble on his very first day in Lank City.

Suddenly, a thought struck Fang Yi. He asked, "When you spoke with the people from Sky Alliance, did you reveal your identity?"

Yang Dingfeng nodded, then his expression changed as if he realized something and said, "Alliance Hierarch, do you mean someone is intentionally targeting us?"

Fang Yi said nothing, just deep in thought.

After a moment, Fang Yi said firmly, "Contact the Sky Alliance for me; I want to talk to them."

"Alliance Hierarch, if I may be so bold to ask, how do you plan to talk to them?" Thinking of Fang Yi’s usual style, Yang Dingfeng couldn’t help but ask.

"How to talk?" Fang Yi said with a sneer, "Of course, with fists."