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Chapter 1197 - 1191: The Law of Might Makes Right

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1191: The Law of Might Makes Right

As he watched Zhou Wendong stepping on Xiang Chao, a flicker of murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

"Hmm, you want to kill me!" Zhou Wendong suddenly raised his head, gazing coldly at the newcomer.

In an instant, the latter felt an overwhelming aura rushing towards him.

Despite being just half-step into Void Energy, under this fierce pressure, he wasn’t even able to muster the slightest resistance.

Immediately, the man understood that Zhou Wendong was an unfathomably powerful figure, a genius among geniuses. Probably in the whole Ancient Martial World, only Cheng Hui could possess such strength.

"Could it be Young Master Cheng in person? Please forgive my underling’s ignorance. I am Xiang Qifu from the Changhong Clubhouse, paying my respects to Young Master Cheng!" The elder, a clan elder from the Xiang Family stationing at Changhong Clubhouse, mistook Zhou Wendong for Cheng Hui and promptly bowed in a salutation, followed by a bow, apologizing humbly.

This is the benefit of prestige. However, Zhou Wendong wasn’t buying it; he snorted coldly and then said in a deep voice, "Shut up, I am not Cheng Hui. Do you think Cheng Hui is as young as I am, as handsome as I am!"

"Damn it!" Xiang Qifu was thunderstruck by these words, but upon closer examination, he realized that the man before him was indeed young, and estimated him to be no older than twenty-three.

Cheng Hui is already twenty-eight years old, of course not as young as Zhou Wendong

Thinking this, Xiang Qifu realized he had indeed made a mistake.

"I apologize, it was my confusion. May I ask for the noble name of this young master?" Xiang Qifu said with an awkward smile, bowing to Zhou Wendong.

Zhou Wendong waved his hand indifferently and grumbled discontentedly, "What, after figuring out the identity of this Crown Prince, you come looking for trouble?"

"Not at all, not at all!"

Xiang Qifu managed to squeeze out an unsightly smile, though he was indeed thinking that way, he certainly wouldn’t admit it.

Zhou Wendong didn’t care what he was thinking, and swept him a contemptuous glance, impatiently saying, "As expected you wouldn’t dare. Listen well, this Crown Prince doesn’t change his name or his surname. My surname is Zhou, given name Wendong, and if the Xiang Family wishes for revenge, just come at me anytime!"

"Young Master Zhou is joking. May I inquire if Young Master Zhou is the direct descendant of the Zhou Family of the Capital? To think Young Master Zhou is so young and yet already possesses strength comparable to the Boundary of Virtual Energy, it is truly admirable!" Hearing Zhou Wendong’s name, Xiang Qifu’s heart skipped a beat, fearing the Xiang Family had kicked an iron plate.

In their domain of Shanghai City, the Xiang Family is impressive, but most of their assets are actually in the Island Nation. The power of the Xiang Family in Shanghai only just reached the third-rate status in the Ancient Martial World, naturally incomparable to the second-rate status of the Zhou Family.

"This Crown Prince has no ties with the Zhou Family of the Capital, there is no need to fear anyone else. If the Xiang Family wishes to do something, they can directly find the Wendong Club in Huacheng!" The Zhou Family is an enemy of my master, and Zhou Wendong certainly would not attach himself to this Family.

He glanced at Xiang Qifu coldly and then said, "Xiang Qifu, right? The Changhong Clubhouse is so arrogant that just because we don’t have a membership card, you think you can kick us out. Why don’t you explain to this Crown Prince properly whether we need that so-called membership card!"

"Young Master Zhou, our Changhong Clubhouse is not open to the public. Generally speaking, only guests with membership qualifications will be received by us." Xiang Qifu forced a smile, but seeing Zhou Wendong’s face darken upon hearing this, he quickly changed his tone, "Of course, for an invincible strongman like Young Master Zhou, our Changhong Clubhouse does not have those complicated rules. Your presence at Changhong is an honor for us; how could we dare to ask you for a membership card."

"That’s more like it. Hurry up and get rid of these people. Since we can spend here at Changhong, you are no longer needed. You may go about your business." Zhou Wendong waved his hand dismissively, then quickly strode over to Li Changlin, chuckling, "Master, it’s all settled. Let’s head up."

"Sure, let’s go to the eighth floor." Li Changlin stood up and walked towards the elevator.

Xiang Qifu watched the two leave, his expression shifting like clouds in the sky, his mouth opened a few times, but, in the end, he didn’t say a word to stop them.

Afterward, he took out his walkie-talkie and summoned several security personnel to remove Xiang Chao and the others.

As for the bloodstains in the lobby, someone quickly came to clean them up.

Once the hubbub had settled down, the lobby finally returned to normal, as if nothing had happened at all.

By this time, Li Changlin and Zhou Wendong had already gone up to the eighth floor.

They did not immediately enter the private room. Li Changlin took out his phone to check an unread message, finding out that Qian Ziwei and several elders of the Qian Family had already left through another exit of the clubhouse, had gone up to the eighth floor, and entered Room No. 8.

So, Li Changlin immediately chose Room No. 9 and walked in with Zhou Wendong.

Luckily, Room No. 9 was unoccupied, and Li Changlin didn’t bother with Zhou Wendong, casually sitting on the sofa.

After that, he began to send text messages, informing Qian Ziwei that he had arrived at Room No. 9.

Shortly after, Qian Ziwei discreetly sent back a message, telling Li Changlin to proceed as planned.

"Master, Xiang Anyi is here." Zhou Wendong had been standing by the door, slightly ajar, observing the movement outside. Upon seeing Xiang Anyi enter Room No. 8 with two followers, he immediately whispered.

Li Changlin nodded and said with a light smile, "Alright, call the waiter in, let us have something to eat first."

"Okay!" Zhou Wendong cheerful replied and pressed a button on the wall.

In no time, a pretty waiter hurried to the door of Room No. 9 and gently knocked.

Zhou Wendong opened the door, beckoned, and said with a smile, "Come in, let’s order some food."

"Yes, sir." The waiter, seemingly well-trained, quickly followed Zhou Wendong into the room with a smile.

Li Changlin ignored the waiter. He put his phone back in his pocket and began to rest with his eyes closed, the waiter finding nothing unusual in this behavior.

Shortly after, Zhou Wendong ordered several signature dishes from Changhong Clubhouse and a bottle of fine wine before waving the waiter off.

About fifteen minutes later, there was another knock on the door. Zhou Wendong got up to open it, and three servers came in with trays, delivering the food and drinks he had ordered.

Zhou Wendong let the servers into the room, who then meticulously arranged the food and drinks from the tray on the table, then bowed and left the room.

Zhou Wendong rubbed his hands with a smile, looked up at Li Changlin, and called out, "Master, let’s eat."