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Chapter 995 - 711 - Harmony is the Most Precious (Vote for monthly tickets!)

Chapter 995: 711 - Harmony is the Most Precious (Vote for monthly tickets!)

Because of the tense situation just now, no one had paid too much attention to Tanki Liuli, who stood silently behind Jiang Chen like a shadow.

But now it was different.

Fang Jun couldn’t help but straighten up, his lips stretching into a half-smile.

"Nice skills."

At his level, having seen countless beautiful women, even the most stunning could hardly pique his interest anymore.

What attracted him were other aspects.

"Brother Han."

Two men came to their senses and quickly squatted down. Luo Han lay motionless on the ground, his condition unknown.

Could he be dead?

Jiang Chen was a bit worried, but he bore no blame towards Tanki Liuli; it was clear her sudden action was meant to ensure his safety.

"Young Master Fang, Brother Han has just fainted."

Touching Luo Han’s neck, one man breathed a sigh of relief and reported to their solid backing.

Fang Jun sized up Tanki Liuli for a moment before drawing back his gaze to focus on Jiang Chen, who had interfered, and asked with moderate severity, "What do you mean?"

"Young Master Fang, I warmly welcome your patronage at Apang Palace, but isn’t playing with guns a bit over the line?"

Jiang Chen, of course, took a fair and objective stance, impartial as he was unfamiliar with both parties. However, Fang Jun seemed to turn a deaf ear to his words.

"In that case."

Fang Jun leaned back on the sofa, saying, "So, Apang Palace is taking his side."

Tian Fen, of course, wouldn’t interject.

Jiang Chen said earnestly, "It’s our duty to ensure the safety of every guest who comes here to spend. Each person is treated the same."

Fang Jun smirked, sitting arrogantly on the sofa, staring straight at Jiang Chen.

"Ensuring everyone’s safety. Can you?"

Jiang Chen met his gaze, his expression calm, and replied politely and seriously, "I can."

Fang Jun’s smile gradually faded, no longer pretending, and his voice grew utterly cold.

"This means, it seems Apang Palace is looking for a confrontation with me."

Tian Fen, who suddenly seemed like an outsider, remained silent. With Tian Fen not speaking, the rest dared not make a sound either.

Tian Fen’s expression was composed, seemingly profound, but inside he could hardly suppress a chuckle.

He had chosen to offer his apology at Apang Palace, counting on its background and the gold signboard of Blood Guanyin. Even Fang Jun, with all his arrogance, was expected to restrain himself somewhat. Little did he know, Apang Palace had surreptitiously changed owners without him being aware.

But the situation still favored him.

Although Apang Palace was no longer owned by Lan Peizhi, Tian Fen would certainly relish a clash between Fang Jun and the new owner of Apang Palace.

Many coveted Apang Palace.

To have Blood Guanyin "reluctantly part with it," this unfamiliar young man must not be simple.

Without dwelling on Luo Han’s earlier inappropriate actions, Tian Fen, who was supposed to be the protagonist, adopted the mindset of an onlooker.

"Young Master Fang, I meant no offense. As an outsider, I think Young Master Tian’s attitude is quite sincere. It’s better to resolve enmity than to hold a grudge. It’s always better to have more friends than enemies. Personally, I think harmony is the most valuable."

"You think?"

Fang Jun picked up a glass of wine, toying with it in his hand, "Do you think your opinion matters?"

Unperturbed, Jiang Chen stated plainly, in front of Tian Fen, "Of course, this is a matter between the two of you. I am only offering my personal opinion, which you may take or leave. Should you insist on a contest, please feel free to do so outside of Apang Palace."

His meaning was quite unambiguous.

No commotion was allowed here, but once outside Apang Palace, they were free to fight until battered and bloody.

Tian Fen couldn’t help but turn his head.

Jiang Chen didn’t look away.

Sorry.

He wasn’t a policeman, nor a saint.

Strangers to him, how could he invite trouble? Moreover, from what he had seen and heard so far, neither party was commendable. To this extent, his conscience was clear.

Jiang Chen’s approach was neutral enough, but with the atmosphere heated to this point, how could Young Master Fang swallow his pride and back down?

His enforcer, Luo Han, still lay unconscious on the ground.

Beyond wealth and life, what mattered most to those on top was undoubtedly face.

"But I want to settle it here."

"I’m afraid that’s not possible," Jiang Chen replied calmly.

"Really not possible?"

Fang Jun toyed with the stemmed glass, seemingly proposing a deal.

"Really not possible."

Jiang Chen responded politely.

"Even with them, it’s not possible?"

Behind Fang Jun stood a group of men, their imposing aura utterly unlike common street thugs, eyeing Jiang Chen with predatory intent.

Jiang Chen’s expression remained unchanged as he shook his head calmly.

Fang Jun chuckled, his hand playing with the stemmed glass suddenly stopped, and then his fingers slowly relaxed.

The glass fell freely.

Then, with a "crash," the sound was crisp.

The ornate glass shattered instantly, spilling the enchanting liquid.

At the same time, those men behind Fang Jun made a synchronized gesture, reaching into their coats and drawing out the same pitch-black toys as Luo Han had.

Tian Fen’s face darkened abruptly.

He had come to Apang Palace bearing sincere goodwill, with the purpose of resolving conflict, yet the other party appeared to have the opposite intention.

"Them, plus these, is it okay, would you allow me to handle this matter here?"

Fang Jun spoke haltingly, his smile courteous yet sinister.

Jiang Chen faced the unexpected with composure, as if wearing a mask, although his heart inevitably skipped lightly.

Art does imitate life.

It seemed those stories about the recklessness and drama of the elite weren’t entirely fictitious.