Return of the King, Chapter 1296 - 1281: Negotiation

Chapter 1296: Chapter 1281: Negotiation

The boss put on a bitter face and said, "Over there... over there is the son of Ma Sj from within the system!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Long was stunned for a mont and asked, "The son of the top leader?"

"Yes, it’s his son!" The boss nodded and said, "Now they’ve got a hold of this matter and won’t let go, saying they want you to go over and apologize to them, and then they’ll let it go!"

"Impossible."

Zhang Long was also a person of so repute, although the Axe Sect was sowhat lacking in combat power compared to the opposition, but Zhang Long had been mixing in the Martial World for more than ten years, and that person’s son was said to be not even twenty. To have soone like him go apologize to a kid not even twenty would really make Zhang Long lose face.

"Alas, Brother Zhang, this thing, it doesn’t really have to be this way. Everyone takes a step back, and wouldn’t things be better?"

The boss didn’t seem to want these two big shots to clash, so he advised, "That big figure, it’s said he’ll be entering the Politburo next. He only ca to SH as a transition period, so you really don’t need to go head-to-head with him."

"What do you know."

Zhang Long shook his head and said, "There’s no room for negotiation on this matter. Damn, we haven’t even started fighting, so why the hell should I apologize over so trivial matter? They might be thinking too highly of themselves, right? If it were his old man here, I’d go apologize imdiately, but just being Ma Sj’s son, they’re too full of themselves. Have you talked to the Green Sect about this?"

"I did!"

The boss nodded and said, "But they asked

to wait for news."

"Oh!"

Zhang Long made an acknowledgnt and looked at Song Yun, saying, "Brother Song, this matter, I didn’t expect it to co to this."

"Doesn’t matter, after all, you’ve gotten

into it." Song Yun said with a smile, "What you did, I think it’s pretty good, although it brought

no benefits, and was a bit underhanded, but your mind, I kind of admire it, haha!"

"You’re generous!" Zhang Long wiped the sweat off his forehead. He didn’t expect Song Yun to see through him so quickly. He specifically brought Song Yun here to let him and the Green Sect’s people get into it, so that the future cooperation with Song Yun could be more straightforward. But suddenly the son of so top leader showed up, complicating matters a bit.

Ti moved forward.

About ten minutes later.

"Brother Zhang, our boss wants you to co over."

The bar owner ca up to Zhang Long and Song Yun and said with a smile.

While the bar owner was the boss here, him telling Zhang Long that his boss wanted to see him made it clear to Zhang Long that soone covering the place above the bar owner had shown up. In the Martial World, hierarchy was important. Zhang Long was of the sa rank as White Tiger and even Hall Masters from the Green Sect couldn’t just order Zhang Long around, though his Axe Sect might be weak in power, hierarchy was crucial. So were imnsely powerful but would still bow to soone infinitely weaker than them due to hierarchy.

And now, the fact that person wanted to see him clearly ant soone high-ranking from the Green Sect was here, either White Tiger or Zhu Yeqing.

"Who ca?" Zhang Long asked.

"It’s... Chief Zhu Yeqing."

The bar owner said in a low voice.

"Oh! White Tiger didn’t co?" Zhang Long asked.

"Well... it seems... but specifically, I’m not sure. It was soone above

who told

Chief Zhu Yeqing ca and asked

to find you!" The bar owner said.

"Where?"

Zhang Long asked.

"In the VIP room upstairs." The bar owner said, "Mr. Ma has already gone up, do you want to..."

"Alright."

Zhang Long nodded, glanced at Song Yun, and said, "Brother Song, shall we go up?"

"Let’s go up."

Song Yun shrugged indifferently.

The two stood up and followed the bar owner upstairs.

Outside a VIP room upstairs, the bar owner respectfully opened the door, and Zhang Long and Song Yun went in together.

The door of the room slowly closed behind them.

The deafening noise outside the bar almost completely disappeared the mont the door closed. The lighting in the room was dim, and it wasn’t very large, furnished with several red gilded sofas. In the far end of the room was a chair resembling an ancient European palace throne, seated in the center of which was a woman who seed to always wear a cheongsam.

Only, Zhu Yeqing, who usually wore a black cheongsam, was unexpectedly wearing a modern cheongsam with light white and pink trim today. The skirt’s length stopped just above the knees, with a small slit revealing half of Zhu Yeqing’s thigh, but none of the n standing in combat gear beside her dared let their eyes linger on the exposed thigh.

Zhu Yeqing, was deadly poisonous.

Zhu Yeqing exuded a slight chill from head to toe, and her gaze felt like the stare of a venomous snake.

Next to Zhu Yeqing sat a young man in a slightly subordinate position.

This man looked to be under twenty, with a slightly arrogant expression, but with Zhu Yeqing present, his expression seed sowhat restrained. Behind the young man stood Xuan Yuanyi, whom Song Yun had seen once, and next to Xuan Yuanyi was Rung, who had been dancing on stage earlier. At this mont, these two had no opportunity to sit in front of Zhu Yeqing.

Seeing Zhang Long and Song Yun enter, Ma Lele, who was playing with his phone, raised his eyelids, glanced at Zhang Long, and directly ignored Song Yun behind him. However, Xuan Yuanyi behind Ma Lele was sowhat surprised and took a few more glances at Song Yun. How did this exchange student appear here? And how could he appear behind Zhang Long? Could it be that this person is aligned with Zhang Long? Coming to SH and already mingling with Zhang Long, Song Yun is truly sothing!

Zhu Yeqing’s cold eyes swept over Zhang Long, and then noted Song Yun behind Zhang Long.

Zhu Yeqing was slightly surprised, her initially steady posture shifted slightly as if she wanted to stand up, but she saw Song Yun slightly shaking his head.

Zhu Yeqing didn’t know why Song Yun shook his head, but she could be sure that Song Yun didn’t want her to stand up to greet him, so Zhu Yeqing raised her leg, placing one leg over the other, adding a hint of sensuality to the chilling atmosphere.

Song Yun showed a very small smile at the corner of his mouth, and Zhu Yeqing also slightly nodded.

Everything happened in a flash.