Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 535 The Richest Man’s Son Also Arrives

Chapter 535: Chapter 535 The Richest Man’s Son Also Arrives

Xia Keke looked annoyed at Li Feng for a moment before regaining her composure. After all, she was a two-time Best Actress winner; what spectacle hadn’t she seen? It was just changing clothes in front of someone.

"If you want to play, I’ll join you.

Let’s see who gives in first."

Xia Keke glanced at Li Feng and then directly yanked the towel wrapped around her hair, letting her wavy long hair fall over her shoulders. She then reached out to open the gift box on the coffee table.

It was actually a set of clothes.

Was this guy trying to test her?

You should know that not every girl could pull off any outfit, but for her, clothes were practically her battle armor.

The spy dramas she, Xia Keke, had starred in were all set in the era of the Republic of China when fashion was all the rage. It was precisely these outfits that had captured the hearts of countless men.

Li Feng watched Xia Keke getting dressed, unable to take his eyes off her. It had to be said, she was an utterly enticing woman, and very eye-catching — probably one of the reasons she was so popular.

Once Xia Keke was dressed, a particularly distinctive aura cloaked her. Wang Jin’er had a great figure too, but if she were to wear clothes, she couldn’t bring out the same charm and allure as Xia Keke.

Looking at Xia Keke, Li Feng thought of a saying, "You were born a beauty, yet you choose to be a thief."

"Do I look good?"

Xia Keke twirled on the spot, her brows and eyes casting sideways glances that made one want to pounce on her and rip off that outfit.

"It seems my taste in choosing clothes isn’t too bad."

Xia Keke rolled her eyes. Was it the clothes that were nice? Obviously, it was the inherent beauty of the goddess herself that made them work. Not everyone could carry an outfit with such grace.

Just then, Li Feng’s phone rang.

"In half an hour, in the hotel’s conference room number one, I’ll introduce you to some people."

"Okay."

Li Feng looked up at Xia Keke: "You have half an hour to do your makeup."

Mingzhu Hotel’s lobby, first floor.

A stunning car stopped at the hotel entrance, its scissor doors opened, and a casually dressed young man stepped out. With a toss of the car keys to the valet, he strode into the hotel.

"Hmm?"

"What’s up?"

"That’s Zhang Chang." An entertainment Eight Diagrams journalist immediately recognized the young man who came in.

"Zhang Chang."

The other reporters also perked up. As Eight Diagrams entertainment journalists, they were most interested in news from the entertainment industry — and naturally, they couldn’t ignore the playboys and scions of the elite.

This Zhang Chang was a regular in their entertainment news, one of the "Four Young Masters of Jin City," with an influential family background, handsome and wealthy. Moreover, the list of his rumored girlfriends was endless — it seemed like half the actresses in the industry had been linked with him.

"Could the young master be here to meet with the National Goddess Xia Keke?" ventured one bold reporter, and the others seemed to agree.

"Zhang Chang."

Just then, another young man followed Zhang Chang into the hotel. Zhang Chang turned to look at the person calling him: "Oh, Lv Qinghou, did Li Zidong contact you too?"

"Damn, Lv Qinghou."

"Another of Jin City’s Four Young Masters has arrived," a reporter exclaimed, readying his camera.

What was going on? Could it be that Jin City’s Four Young Masters were going to compete for the National Goddess today?

The reporters hadn’t sorted things out yet when another figure appeared at the hotel entrance.

"Wow, Wang Junlin."

All the reporters widened their eyes. Wang Junlin, the richest man’s son, the nation’s husband-to-be, was also known for his fleeting relationships with women, never lasting more than a month. And this playboy was rumored to be involved with five or six or even up to ten women simultaneously.

Alright, there are plenty of boats anyway.

But while others may have been on many boats, they’ve never capsized; many female stars from the entertainment circle and fresh models from the modeling world take pride in having dated Wang Junlin, as if it were a gold badge of honor for them.

Wang Junlin passed through the lobby, and those reporters hadn’t caught on yet.

"Is there some kind of banquet or event today?"

One reporter finally caught on, considering two of the four young masters of Jin City had arrived, as well as the son of the richest man. This clearly counted as a big scene.

"I haven’t heard anything; if there really was a big event, we couldn’t have missed any rumors."

They were paparazzi, after all—the most keenly nosed bunch.

"Could it be that there’s a private party in the hotel today?"

"Heh, do you think they hold those private parties in the hotel?"

The one beside threw a cold glance, scoffing. This five-star hotel was the talk of the town, and these people preferred private clubs. The paparazzi wouldn’t dare approach within fifty meters of their gates.

"Someone else is showing up."

The reporters were becoming numb; one thing was for sure, there was definitely a big scene in the hotel today, otherwise why would all these top-tier rich kids gather together?

Mingzhu Hotel’s Conference Room One.

The hotel lobby manager, sweating bullets, hurriedly called his staff to welcome these "big shots." He was utterly baffled, wondering why all these big shots had shown up at once.

"Li Zidong, what’s the big deal about calling us here? I was barely awake when you summoned me, saying there’s a big matter. What could be so important?"

Lv Qinghou yawned widely, looking annoyed and barely paying attention to Li Zidong.

"Hmm, the item isn’t with me. I’ve had someone watch it. But I can tell you, this time it’s a big piece of fat meat,"

said Li Zidong.

"Fat meat, how fat is it? Over a hundred million?" Lv Qinghou scoffed.

"Over a hundred million is a bit on the low side. Wang Junlin came too. If it wasn’t for a profit of several billion, you wouldn’t have us run all the way here. It’s quite the hassle."

"Several billion? There’s almost ten of us here. Split it, and it’s less than a billion each—not interesting."

"Li Zidong, if you don’t lay out the complete picture, don’t blame me for looking down on you."

Everyone present was among the top elite young masters of the Jin City Circle, and each one of them also had the status of being from the Red Mansions.

Li Zidong glanced at the various postures of the people sitting around and snorted with contempt, "Lv Qinghou, that’s just where your vision ends. A measly few tens of meager millions satisfy you. The door is that way; if you’re not happy, you can see yourself out."

"Fuck, Li Zidong, are you belittling me?"

"Who the hell doesn’t know that in this circle, Li Zidong is famously ’penniless.’ Your dad keeps a tight grip on you. You’re probably still spending the pocket money from your mom, aren’t you?"

Lv Qinghou ruthlessly brought up Li Zidong’s sore spot.

Li Zidong looked at Lv Qinghou with a cold gaze but didn’t get angry, "Fine, just for that remark, you watch today’s opportunity pass you by."

Lv Qinghou curled his lips, "A few tens of millions, do I care? Only dirt-poor people like you would crave that."

"A few tens of millions?"

Li Zidong sneered, "The benefit this time is at least 180 billion."

The people sitting there were stunned to hear the number that came out of Li Zidong’s mouth.

"Li Zidong, you must be joking."

Lv Qinghou even scoffed, laughing, "Haha, 180 billion? Li Zidong, are you planning to sell your father?"

Just then, the conference room door was pushed open.

"Whoops, quite a crowd here, huh?"

"Who the fuck are you!"