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Chapter 716 - 558 Fortune (Happy New Year’s Eve!)

Chapter 716: 558 Fortune (Happy New Year’s Eve!)

"Miss Lan had an incident in Korea, and it seems she was even arrested by the Korean government. Have you all heard about this?"

Shenzhou.

Capital City.

The foremost among the world’s five great palaces.

The Forbidden City.

As the royal palace of two dynasties, it remains grandiose, but its authority has long been obliterated in the torrents of history. Places where once only the nobility clad in crimson and purple could tread are now open to the public, bustling with tourists.

"I heard about it. It seems like the Gold Sea Corporation got dragged into it as well. Those Koreans really lack education."

A few young men strolled and chatted casually, dressed plainly without any luxury brands on them, yet their speech and demeanor showed an air of nobility not common amongst ordinary folks.

Every now and then, beautiful women dressed as palace maids passed by.

Tourists discussed and took photos.

But these men weren’t distracted in the slightest and paid no attention.

Being natives born and raised at the foot of the imperial city, they had visited the Forbidden City countless times and were almost as familiar with every detail inside the palaces, including the restricted areas that weren’t open to the public, as they were with their own treasures.

"You don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with you, but all things considered, Miss Lan is one of our own. How about we teach those Koreans a lesson?"

A strong sense of national pride swelled within them.

Some were tempted, looking quite interested.

Others, however, did not rush to express their opinion but shifted their gaze thoughtfully toward the central area.

"Brother Song, just say the word. If you call us to action, we’ll charge ahead. They mess with us, we have to make them lose some flesh."

As the world’s second-largest economy.

There’s considerable trade between Korea and Shenzhou.

The Korean chaebols have many businesses in Shenzhou as well.

The man addressed as Brother Song adjusted the unremarkable black-framed glasses on his nose. "Are you trying to help, or are you just fanning the flames? Be careful not to do more harm than good with your good intentions. Miss Lan is such a capable woman; she hardly needs our excess efforts."

"Ah, Brother Song is right. A little Korea can hardly trap Miss Lan."

The man expressed his admiration, his sharp features exuding an innate sense of superiority, but his respect for Lan Peizhi seemed to come from the heart.

"Right, I heard that Yuan Bingshan made a scene in the Afang Palace and happened to run into Miss Lan head-on."

One person took over the conversation.

"Is that so?"

Someone immediately showed interest, eagerly asking, "And then what happened?"

"Do I even need to say? How could Yuan Bingshan be a match? I heard he was sent flying with just a slap from Miss Lan."

That is how rumors start, becoming more and more incredible, even unrecognizable, as they are passed from mouth to ear.

"A slap?"

Someone marvelled, "The Tiger Fool is that useless?"

Even the man with the plain glasses turned his head.

"It’s not about the Tiger Fool being useless, it’s about who the opponent is. That’s the Bloody Guanyin, nothing surprising there."

This man seemed to be a fan of Lan Peizhi, holding her in high esteem.

"If she were in ancient times, she would surely be a character who would be remembered in history just like Mu Guiying."

"Could you lay off the flattery a bit? She’s in Korea right now, and no matter how much you praise her, she won’t hear it."

The group continued speaking with a touch of humor.

A large G-Wagon brazenly drove in.

It caused the tourists to turn heads, full of astonishment.

You must understand, this is the Forbidden City, where every brick you step on is an antique steeped in history.

Even foreign heads of state have to walk when they come to visit!

The tourists from other places understood from this small clue that they must have encountered an extraordinary VIP, quietly conversing and whispering among themselves.

The eye-catching G-Wagon stopped not long after it entered the palace walls.

The ones who got out weren’t some imposing political figures or well-known business tycoons, but two trendy and beautiful young women.

They, indifferent to onlookers, stood by the car, happily taking selfies with a selfie stick.

"Tsk."

The men with plain glasses couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

Besides the two beauties, there were also two stern-looking males who appeared to be bodyguards.

Driving a car into the Forbidden City indicated some level of clout.

As ordinary citizens, curious as they were, of course, they wouldn’t dare to interfere. Most took a few glances and quietly walked away.

But someone stealthily picked up their camera, wanting to capture this rare or even once-in-a-lifetime scene.

Posting it on social media would surely attract attention.

Even though they were careful, they were still spotted by the two eagle-eyed bodyguards.

"Who told you to take pictures?!"

The beautiful ladies might be foolish or unconcerned, but the bodyguards were extremely cautious. One of them strode over decisively to the covert photographer, demanding in an unquestionable tone, "Delete the photos!"

The covert photographer was a man in his twenties, full of youthful vigor. Even though he was instinctively intimidated, he still felt that in this world there should be no distinction between high and low, and he defiantly responded, "What’s wrong with taking photos? Is there a rule in the Forbidden City that prohibits photography?"

The bodyguard was quite aggressive, not listening to what he had said.

"I’m warning you for the last time. Delete the photos!"

"I won’t delete them!"

The young man stood up for the pride and spirit of the younger generation, refusing to yield.

The bodyguard’s eyes flashed with a threatening look, about to take action.

"Hey, hey, hey, taking photos is his right. Is the Forbidden City your home? You’re so domineering, not even allowing others to take photos?"

A man with plain glasses, who had stepped forward, couldn’t stand it any longer. It was the same man who had been lavishly praising Lan Peizhi earlier.