Chapter 60: A Banquet Laden with Hidden Dangers
Chapter 60: A Banquet Laden with Hidden Dangers
In the eastern district, on the seventh floor of the Ruizhu Hotel, a suite...
In the darkened room, a figure sat in a chair, bare-chested, with bandages wrapped around his head and legs, smoking a cigarette. The curling smoke obscured his features, but a faint light seeping through the curtain slit revealed a gloomy countenance.
It was Duan Kaiping, a member of the Razor Gang and a disciple of the Golden Wind Dojo.
His gaze shifted to a corner of the room, his expression uncertain.
There stood a rectangular object, about two meters long and one meter wide, propped up in the corner. It was completely wrapped in layer after layer of black tape, concealing its contents.
Occasionally, rustling and crunching sounds emanated from within, sending shivers down one's spine.
Duan Kaiping, his heart pounding, pulled out his phone and made a call.
The call was answered promptly.
"...”
Even though it was just a phone call, Duan Kaiping immediately straightened up and spoke with reverence, “Yes, I apologize. I didn't expect that even after feeding ‘Number One’ fully, it would still break out of its cage and go hunting on its own… Thankfully, it has always been caged since birth and considers the cage its home. It returned on its own after feeding.”
"...”
“Rest assured, there won’t be any mistakes. That group of foolish heirs dared to hold a banquet today, completely unaware that they are our targets… I have installed the device you gave me, and I’ve calculated that the range covers the entire floor. No one will be able to contact the outside world at that time.”
"...”
After the call ended, Duan Kaiping dropped the obsequious act and took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes still fixed anxiously on the rectangular object.
The rustling sounds continued intermittently.
...
Evening fell upon the Canglong Dojo.
"How about this one?" Zhushan Ying held up a neatly folded set of burgundy suit, clearly made of high-quality fabric. "For a banquet, you need to dress appropriately. Trust me, I know these things!" She smiled as she held the suit up to Xue Jing, gesturing with it.
Chen Fuguang clicked his tongue and interjected, "Sister Zhushan, I disagree. You must consider our junior brother's greatest advantage—his youth! Look at that face, so full of youthful vigor."
"I say he shouldn't wear something that makes him look too mature. He needs to emphasize his strengths. I think the Qingfu Middle School uniform would be perfect. It's a western-style outfit with a touch of adolescent charm... I wanted to go to Qingfu myself because of their good-looking uniforms, but I didn't get in."
Xue Jing sighed, resigned, "I'm just going there as a bodyguard... Anything will do. I've already contacted the hotel, and the others' cars will be here soon, Chen, Bamboo."
Zhushan Ying's bright eyes, like those of a young, playful beast, narrowed as she pouted, "But you're representing our Canglong Dojo. We can't be casual about this. You have to outshine the disciples from the other dojos!"
"I like this one. I'm wearing this. I specifically chose it from my closet at home!"
At that moment, Meng Qingjiao, who had been standing quietly to the side, stepped forward, a bundle of clothes in her arms.
"Sister Meng," Xue Jing stammered.
"...”
Meng Qingjiao's cold, beautiful face remained expressionless as she silently handed the clothes to Xue Jing and then reached up to ruffle his hair.
A smile appeared on Xue Jing's face as he said, "Okay, I'll wear the outfit Sister Meng chose."
"Hey, that's not fair! I was here first!" Zhushan Ying pouted, looking a little dejected.
Chen Fuguang glanced at the clothes and flattered, "As expected of Sister Meng, you have good taste."
Xue Jing smiled.
There was no need to stand on ceremony with the people present, so he stripped down to his shorts and changed into the new outfit.
It was a black martial arts uniform in the style of the Republican era, with a pure white lining contrasting the black outer jacket and long pants. The cuffs were rolled up, revealing the white inner lining, perfectly befitting the sleek and capable demeanor of a martial artist.
Overall, it was the kind of attire commonly seen in martial arts films set during the late Qing or Republican era.
However, with Xue Jing's top-tier physique and good looks, he pulled off the outfit with an air of sophistication. His tall and sturdy stature resembled a majestic pine tree, giving off the aura of a peerless young master of martial arts in his prime.
"Hmm, it just feels... quite fitting?" Zhushan Ying rubbed her chin, hesitating.
Chen Fuguang rolled his eyes, "Of course. With Little Junior Brother's figure and looks, even a sackcloth would look good on him."
Xue Jing also looked at himself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
As expected of me, so handsome.
"Alright, thank you, Senior Brother and Sisters. I'll be on my way now."
Xue Jing smiled at the three of them.
"Go on, Little Junior Brother. This is your first time going out on a job. Remember, safety comes first. If you encounter any dangerous situations that you can't handle, don't hesitate to run away!" Chen Fuguang patted him on the shoulder.
Zhushan Ying also nodded repeatedly, "Safety first. Don't push yourself."
"...", Meng Qingjiao extended her fair hands and gently squeezed his palms, seemingly offering encouragement.
Xue Jing nodded, "I understand. Seniors, rest assured."
The three of them continued to fuss over him like parents sending their child off to school for the first time, offering him more words of caution before finally letting him leave.
He exited the Canglong Dojo, took the elevator to the first floor of the office building, and stepped outside. After looking around for a moment, he heard several car horns.
Xue Jing turned to see a well-known luxury car parked on the road not far away.
He walked over, and the driver's door opened. A middle-aged man with glasses, dressed in a well-tailored suit, stepped out. He was slightly overweight but well-groomed and respectful.
The man glanced at Xue Jing and spoke politely, "Are you Master Xue from the Canglong Dojo?"
Xue Jing nodded, "Yes, that's me."
"I'm your driver, Zhao Dequan. You can call me Little Zhao. I was the one who spoke to you on the phone just now."
As he spoke, he opened the back door of the car and gestured for Xue Jing to get in.
"Please get in, Master Xue."
Xue Jing smiled, "Thank you for your trouble."
"Not at all, it's my duty," Little Zhao said respectfully.
After Xue Jing took his seat in the back, Little Zhao closed the door and quickly walked around to the driver's side.
The car started, its powerful and melodious engine purred to life, and they drove towards the Ruizhu Hotel.
...
The eastern district of Qingcheng was famously known as the 'Rich East,' and it was no exaggeration to say that the land here was worth its weight in gold.
To own a large hotel that occupied several thousand square meters in this area was a true testament to one's wealth and influence.
And to be able to rent out the top-floor banquet hall in such a hotel, one had to be either extremely wealthy or of noble birth.
The car slowly drove into the parking lot and came to a stop. The driver, Little Zhao, got out first, then walked around to open the door for Xue Jing.
Xue Jing stepped out of the car and looked around.
The spacious parking lot was filled with luxury cars and sports cars that he couldn't name. The people exiting those cars were all well-dressed and exuded an air of sophistication.
They chatted and laughed as they walked into the Ruizhu Hotel.
After getting out of the car, Xue Jing followed Little Zhao, who was leading the way, into the hotel.
...
(End of Chapter)
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