Volume One, Chapter Nine: The Long, Endless Night—Why Not Sleep Here Tonight?
“Third Senior Sister, I’m really scared!” Chen Feng feigned fear as he curled up in Murong Lan’s embrace, nuzzling against her repeatedly.
“You little rascal, are you scared? Or are you just trying to take advantage of me again?” Murong Lan shot Chen Feng a sidelong glance, but she didn’t find his shameless antics unpleasant.
Back in Tianshan, the senior sisters all vied eagerly to serve Chen Feng first. Whether it was oil massages, traditional scraping therapy, or any other pampering, nothing was left out. Chen Feng even bathed with the senior sisters together in natural hot spring pools.
To win Chen Feng’s favor, the senior sisters often quarreled and fought—it was an everyday occurrence!
“Third Senior Sister, you smell so lovely and feel so soft!” Chen Feng swallowed nervously as he spoke.
“You little rascal, get up! I have serious matters to discuss with you!” Murong Lan pulled him to his feet. “I’m telling you straight—there are really people out to kill you!”
Chen Feng smiled. “You mean that Cheng Sanfei?”
Ever since arriving in Xinhai, Chen Feng had offended that man. If anyone wanted to kill him, it would be Cheng Sanfei—no one else.
“You’re still as clever as ever, little rascal. But this time, it’s not the Cheng family making a move—it’s the underground kingpin of Xinhai: Longmen!”
“Longmen? Are they powerful?” Chen Feng lifted Murong Lan’s chin with a playful smile.
“Very powerful. At least in Xinhai City, no one dares to cross Longmen. Even the Qingcheng Group has to show them some respect!” Murong Lan spoke the truth.
Although Murong Lan had little direct contact with Longmen, she had once seen the Ninth Lord—a ruthless man!
“So formidable?” Chen Feng shrugged off the threat lightly.
“Little rascal, want Sister to help you out?” Murong Lan asked with a teasing smile.
“Can I say no?” Chen Feng retorted.
At that moment, Murong Lan’s phone rang.
“President Lan, it’s done!”
“How many came?”
“Four, all martial artists!”
“Kill them on sight!”
“Yes, understood!” Murong Lan hung up, then wrapped her arms around Chen Feng’s neck. “I’ve taken care of tonight’s assassination attempt, but Longmen won’t let this go easily. You must be careful!”
“Of course. Even if I slip up, with Third Senior Sister here, I’ll be just fine!” Chen Feng grinned.
Murong Lan stood up, straightened her clothes, and left.
“Third Senior Sister, you’re leaving already? The night is long—why not stay here tonight?” Chen Feng called after her, thinking it wouldn’t be bad to get some fun.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m sleeping here tonight. You little rascal can’t control yourself—I don’t want you dying so young!” Murong Lan said, turning and walking away.
At the door, as she closed it, she added, “Remember, the Qingcheng Group is holding a welcome party for you tomorrow night. Don’t be late!”
Chen Feng nodded and shouted, “Don’t reveal my identity—I have other plans!”
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Just as Murong Lan arrived downstairs at the hotel, Xiao Fei approached respectfully. “President Lan, everything’s handled. I’ve stationed ten martial artists in the hotel to ensure your junior brother’s absolute safety!”
Murong Lan got into the car, and Xiao Fei took the wheel.
“President Lan, back to the company?”
“Rally the team. Meet at Longmen in half an hour,” Murong Lan replied, putting on her sunglasses with the air of a commanding leader.
Longmen dared to make a move against her junior brother—Murong Lan would never let that pass. She had to put pressure on them!
“Yes, ma’am!” Without hesitation, Xiao Fei grabbed her phone and barked orders, “Leave a few guards behind. The rest, head to Longmen immediately. Meet up in half an hour!”
Following her command, black Mercedes cars poured out of Qingcheng Group’s underground garage, speeding in the same direction.
One after another, the cars roared through the streets, drawing crowds who sensed something major was about to happen but had no idea what.
Half an hour later.
Fifty or sixty Mercedes blocked the entrance to Longmen, completely sealing off the road.
“Who do you think you are, daring to block Longmen? Are you tired of living?” A group of Longmen disciples charged out, roaring arrogantly.
No one in Xinhai dared offend Longmen!
“Shut your mouths!” Xiao Fei snorted coldly.
Swish, swish, swish...
Over a hundred people jumped out of the cars, rushing fiercely toward the Longmen disciples.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ahhh!
In less than half a minute, dozens of Longmen disciples were thrown to the ground, utterly powerless to resist.
At that moment, Murong Lan, protected by Xiao Fei, approached the battered and bloodied disciples. She asked, “Where is the Ninth Lord?”
“T-The Ninth Lord went out… we don’t know where…” one disciple stammered fearfully.
After being roughed up by hundreds of martial artists, the Longmen disciples were terrified.
Though Longmen had many followers, they lacked a large number of martial artists.
“Not here? Even better!” Murong Lan waved her hand and ordered, “Smash everything Longmen has!”
“Yes!” The crowd shouted in unison, storming into Longmen’s main hall, destroying everything in sight with wild abandon.
Half an hour later, the entire Longmen headquarters was riddled with holes, the signboard smashed to bits.
After the rampage, Murong Lan took out a pre-prepared envelope and handed it to one of the Longmen disciples. “Give this to the Ninth Lord when he returns!”
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Nightclub.
The Ninth Lord and Cheng Chusheng were having a carefree time, surrounded by seven or eight college girls, enjoying themselves lavishly.
Suddenly, a bodyguard on duty at the door came in and whispered something into the Ninth Lord’s ear.
“What? Something like this happened? Do we know who did it?” the Ninth Lord pushed the woman off his lap angrily and stood up.
“We don’t know yet, but it’s said a woman led the attack and left a letter for you,” the bodyguard said in a low voice.
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