Chapter 4: Shen Qingyu's Invitation, A Mysterious Gathering (Three)

  Bai Mu Hao saw Ling Fei at that moment, his face turned slightly pale, looking at Ling Fei's slightly threatening eyes, and immediately understood what he meant, carefully replied: "This little brother, sorry..."

  Standing there, Zhang Shao didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all. But just because he didn't understand it, it didn't mean Shen Qingyu didn't understand it either. This sentence was indirectly equivalent to showing weakness to the other party. And Bai Mu Hao, the head of the White Sect, actually showed weakness to an unknown person, which made Shen Qingyu feel tense. Shen Qingyu glanced at Ling Fei, who looked relaxed and was observing the guests coming and going in the hall, without putting Bai Mu Hao's weakness in his heart.

  Shen Qingyu couldn't help but reevaluate the strength and energy that Ling Fei possessed, thinking to herself: "Is he really as simple as he seems on the surface?"

  Just as Shen Qingyu was lost in thought, Ling Fei had already made his move, walking towards the center of the hall. Just as he took his first step, the lights in the hall dimmed and two strong beams of light shone on a nearby hidden door. The hidden door slowly opened and a chef pushed out a gigantic cake that was nearly half a meter high, pushing it to the center. He bowed to the people around him and walked back slowly.

  At this moment, a low and hoarse voice sounded; "Thank you all for giving this old man a thin face, and coming to attend my birthday banquet. The old man thanks you all first." As he spoke, an elderly man with slightly white hair at his temples walked out from the shadows, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. Some people who were full of doubts about how the banquet had turned into a birthday party saw the old man and whispered; "Mu... Old Master Muyang..."

  When Ling Fei saw the old man, his eyes narrowed slightly, fixed on the old man's figure as he moved. Just as the old man had just walked out, three middle-aged men followed behind him. Ling Fei muttered to himself: "Lin Canghai, Chen Hua, Murong...Murong Kun..."

  Three men stood respectfully behind the old man, lined up in a row, their faces extremely tense. However, not a single person present dared to mock or sneer at these three men, because the old man in front of them had the qualifications to make these three middle-aged men, who held great power and high positions, show respect and humility. The old man had the qualifications to make anyone with power and influence in Shanghai lower their noble heads. Mu Rongfeng, these three words once made all of Shanghai tremble... Back then, Old Master Mu Rongfeng, Old Master Chen Jun of the Chen family, and Old Master Lin Pian of the Lin family took over their families' not-so-large businesses and step by step rose to the pinnacle of Shanghai. This achievement was enough to make anyone exclaim in admiration.

  Unfortunately, time is unforgiving, and the two old masters of the Lin and Chen families passed away one after another. Only Murong's old master still holds power in the upper echelons of the Murong family, subtly restraining the other two families. The friendship of their youth had long since faded with this generation, leaving only a lonely sigh from the old master as he looked back on the past.

  At this moment, the old man's face was calm, he swept his eyes over the guests in the hall, cleared his throat and spoke in a voice that sounded like an old radio; "I'm lucky to have hosted this birthday banquet, it means I've lost another bit of my old body, sigh... I'm not as good as I used to be. Nowadays, it's your young people's world, today I'm just a minor character, don't be polite, let's just treat this as an ordinary gathering... cough."

  As he spoke, Old Master Murong Feng coughed a few times, and his face, which was as dry as tree bark, suddenly had a hint of rosiness. The large hall suddenly lit up, and the sudden change in lighting made the guests feel somewhat uncomfortable. However, they quickly began to congratulate Murong Feng on his birthday. Murong Feng used his cane to tap the ground with one hand, smiling and responding to each guest individually.

  Ling Fei stopped in his tracks when he saw Murong Feng, let out a sigh and turned to walk towards the nearby sofa, thinking to himself: "Why didn't I see Zheng Dong that rabbit bastard? They can't be making such a low-level mistake, not even inviting the Night Wolf Gang's second-in-command..."

  Ling Fei walked to the sofa, sat down, and held the juice in his hand, which only slightly trembled, but didn't spill. He crossed his legs, took a sip of the juice, looked at Mu Rongfeng being surrounded by the crowd, smiled slightly, and didn't plan on doing anything. After all, as the saying goes, even if you randomly throw a brick here, you can still hit a deputy director-level official.

  In this mess, it's purely seeking death. Although Ling Fei isn't afraid, there's no need to take on unnecessary trouble for no reason. Looking at the three trembling leaders of the three families, Ling Fei muttered softly in his mouth; "It's been three years, I don't know if you still remember me, the person who was almost killed by you..." Ling Fei raised his head, paused for a moment, and his eyes flashed as he continued softly; "Hei Hui, I think... this year is when you will be destroyed..."

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  Murong Feng and the three contemporary family heads did not notice Ling Fei, after all, with so many people, they didn't need to deliberately pay attention to anyone. However, Shen Qingyu's gaze kept following Ling Fei, while Bai Mu Hao and Zhang Shao had already run to Murong Feng's side to curry favor.

  Shen Qingyu sat on the sofa opposite Ling Fei, holding that unfinished glass of red wine in her hand, gently swaying it back and forth, her lips slightly pursed; "What kind of person are you, Ling Fei..." Feeling someone's gaze on him, Ling Fei followed his intuition to look over, and when he saw Shen Qingyu, he was taken aback for a moment before responding with a sly smile.

  Shen Qingyu's heart skipped a beat at this smile, and she secretly calmed herself down, avoiding Ling Fei's gaze, but unaware that Ling Fei was secretly laughing in his heart; "You stinky girls, you think you can play me? You're still too tender."

  Just as the socializing in the central hall was about to end, Murong Feng coughed and said: "Everyone, please be quiet. Today, I, an old man, have presumptuously arranged a birthday banquet, but it's just that I wanted to invite all of you young talents to chat with me. I hope everyone will take care of the Murong family."

  When Mu Rongfeng only mentioned the Mu Rong family, Lin Canghai and Chen Hua's faces were obviously not very good-looking, but they belonged to daring to be angry but not daring to speak, and swallowed back into their stomachs.

  Don't look at the individual strength of the people present, and the three families can't be together, but when they come together, it's a force that can't be ignored. Everyone sees Mr. Murong speaking, no matter what attitude he has, they all respond with their mouths.

  Murong Feng seemed very satisfied, and laughed hoarsely twice; "Alright then, I won't waste words either, everyone cut the cake, this old man can't do it, after all, it's my first time eating cake."

  Everyone in the room chuckled softly at Murong Feng's intentional or unintentional joke. Before he even finished speaking, three women wearing red cheongsam dresses walked in slowly, holding knives and preparing to cut open the giant cake.

  Three women, apparently trained, cut the cake with lightning speed and dexterity, quickly dividing it into many portions without affecting its balance. Then a dozen or so waiters poured out of the hidden door, delivering the sliced cake to the guests' hands.

  Ling Fei also received a piece, thanked him, picked up the knife and fork on the plate, put the cake on his leg, and started eating it like that, smacking his lips as he ate; "A cheap taste."

  Looking at the guests in the hall walking to the dining table by the flower column, Ling Fei smiled faintly and took another bite of the cake. He picked up the juice placed aside and drank it all in one gulp, casually putting the cup on the tea table beside him, and sighed: "This life is really luxurious, the extravagant upper class society is indeed corrupt."

  Just as he was muttering to himself, Shen Qingyu walked up with a smile and said, "Ling Ge, how could you leave me all alone like that? It's really heartless."

  "Cut the crap, you're also a bit of a social climber, aren't you? Don't try to curry favor with me for no reason. Either you're a swindler or a thief. If you have something to say, spit it out, I still need to go home and hug my kid."

  Shen Qingyu was stunned by Ling Fei's words, and her facial expression was also very colorful. After hesitating for a moment, Shen Qingyu still sat down beside Ling Fei with a thick face, smiling sweetly: "I'm saying, Brother Ling, don't be so ruthless, after all, I brought you here, you should at least say thank you?"

  Ling Fei sneered, "You're clear about it yourself, why you brought me here. No need for me to repeat it again, right?" After finishing speaking, Ling Fei's eyes locked onto Murong Feng and Lin Canghai, who were whispering something among themselves. A hint of a smile played on the corner of Ling Fei's mouth as he thought, "Looks like I'll have to make contact with them today."

  Just then, a soft and gentle voice interrupted Ling Fei's thoughts; "Hey, isn't this Miss Shen? What are you doing sitting here? Where is your usual bodyguard?"

  Nothing much to say~ Everyone don't forget to collect and vote after finishing reading the book~~