Chapter 773: Chapter 837 What Do You Think You Are?
Chapter 773: Chapter 837 What Do You Think You Are?
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Seven
A group of Hechuan City bigwigs followed Yunlin into the estate and entered a large conference room that could accommodate dozens of people.
There was space along the sides for people to stand, so fitting these bigwigs and their bodyguards was no problem.
Seventeen bigwigs took their respective seats.
Behind each one stood two to three bodyguards, and the conference room was suddenly crowded with a sea of people.
“Gentlen, please wait for a mont, I’ll go and invite Mr.
...
Long over.”
After saying this, Yunlin hurried out of the room.
In front of so many wolf-like bigwigs, she too was under great pressure, especially since they seed to have ill intentions.
She ran towards the back at a quick pace.
Long Xiaoshan was accustod to frequenting only a few places.
Yunlin soon found Long Xiaoshan sitting on a cliff at the mountain top.
She ran up to Long Xiaoshan out of breath and said quickly, “Young Master, they have arrived.”
Long Xiaoshan’s eyes opened slightly, and he said with a faint smile, “Yunlin, why are you running so fast?”
Yunlin pressed her hand against her lofty chest, which rose and fell incessantly, and said, “Young Master, General Zheng and the others are already in the conference room.
Did you invite them here?”
“Indeed.”
“Young Master, I, I don’t know if I should say it, but I think they seem to have so bad intentions.” Yunlin bit her lip and still decided to share her thoughts.
“Hahaha.” Long Xiaoshan laughed heartily, and his open eyes closed once more.
“Young Master, aren’t you going over?” Yunlin asked in astonishnt.
“It doesn’t matter, let them wait.”
Long Xiaoshan said dismissively and continued to regulate his breath.
Yunlin noticed that with each breath Long Xiaoshan took, a white mist shot out from his nostrils, like a straight arrow of gas, whereas her breaths were only a cloud of mist, which was odd.
But recalling how Long Xiaoshan left that group of Hechuan City bigwigs hanging, she felt uneasy inside and had no mood to think about anything else.
She could only stand by, looking sowhat anxious.
Seconds and minutes ticked by.
In the conference room.
The Hechuan City bigwigs went from initial waiting to restlessness, and gradually, so started to lose their patience.
Ever since Long Xiaoshan made a na for himself in the Dragon Head battle.
Several months passed by, and Long Xiaoshan always kept a low profile, hardly having any contact with these bigwigs.
The impression of this so-called Dragon Head in the minds of the bigwigs was growing increasingly faint.
Many had even forgotten about Long Xiaoshan’s existence.
Who were those seated here?
Initially, they had supported him as the Dragon Head only because of Long Xiaoshan’s martial prowess, but deep down, how could they truly respect a twenty-year-old youngster with genuine delight and submission?
Even when they allowed Long Xiaoshan to take his position, many did it with the intention of using him as a shield.
If soone as powerful as Yu Cheng ca to Hechuan to wreak havoc, they could push Long Xiaoshan to the front.
As a result, Long Xiaoshan offended so many influential young masters.
Those young masters were not like Yu Cheng, the Hidden Sect expert, who could simply be killed to be dealt with.
They had complex and intricate backing, spreading throughout Xichuan.
Offending them ant antagonizing dozens of families.
Therefore, these bigwigs did not hesitate to abandon Long Xiaoshan, the Dragon Head with diminishing presence, and switch camps, siding with those influential young masters.
Yesterday, Zheng Zhongtian passed on the words of Long Xiaoshan.
These bigwigs were a mix of shock and anger.
However, they had already learned that the young masters were about to mobilize their family powers for revenge.
Therefore, they were also undaunted and all ascended Wanlong Mountain.
Bang!
Tu Yaoyang slamd his palm on the table and shouted, “F*ck you, is this Long guy doing this on purpose, calling them here and making them wait?”
“Exactly, he’s showing us who’s boss,” a sinister and gaunt middle-aged man lighting a cigarette said coldly beside him.
“Give him a taste of his own dicine, and he thinks he can open a dye shop.”
Another bigwig spoke out.
In their eyes, Long Xiaoshan was already a dead man.
There was naturally no need to consider his feelings anymore; Long Xiaoshan had made them wait for twenty or thirty minutes, and their tempers could hardly bear it.
“There’s no need to wait; let’s just drag him out.
Young Master Cui and Young Master Zhao should be arriving soon,”
Tu Yaoyang said.
“Exactly, why should we sit here waiting?
Maybe this kid did it on purpose to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and he has already run away,” a bigwig holding an ivory fan said, shaking the fan as if he had everything under control.
“Elder Lin is right, it’s highly possible.
We shouldn’t fall into this kid’s trap.
Let’s go check right away,”
All the bigwigs got up, ready to leave the conference room.
A faint voice rang out: “No need to look; I’m here.”
The noise in the room suddenly silenced.
All of them halted their movents as if under a spell, their gazes involuntarily turning towards the conference room door, where a young man dressed in a light blue gown, hands behind his back, walked into the conference room, followed by Yunlin, the female butler.
Under everyone’s gaze, Long Xiaoshan leisurely stepped into the conference room and walked to the front of the master seat.
Yunlin imdiately stepped forward and pulled out the chair at the master seat.
Long Xiaoshan sat down with his hands tucked in, his fingers interlaced in front of him, his eyes calmly sweeping over the bigwigs present.
Every bigwig who made eye contact with Long Xiaoshan involuntarily flinched, their bodies becoming sowhat stiff.
Although there was not a glimr of an aura of killing in Long Xiaoshan’s eyes.
Yet, this calmness felt like a huge mountain, silencing the entire conference room.
Even Tu Yaoyang, who had been the loudest just monts before, found himself unable to speak.
Before seeing Long Xiaoshan, they thought that even if Long Xiaoshan stood in front of them, they could be fearless; he was just a brute with so martial arts skills.
But now, Long Xiaoshan had appeared.
In every one of their minds, the image of Long Xiaoshan from the great battle at Dragon Head, shattering the stage, walking on air, and undaunted by bullets, like a Heavenly Deity, inevitably surfaced.
A chill instinctively rose in their hearts.
Nobody dared to spout off any longer.
Long Xiaoshan looked around, cracked a smile, revealing eight snow-white teeth: “Don’t just stand there gawking, sit down,”
The bigwigs moved chanically, one by one sitting down in their chairs.
Long Xiaoshan suddenly raised his hand, pointing at a fat man in black, and said, “You, stand.”
Tu Yaoyang, seeing Long Xiaoshan pointing at him, stiffened, his mouth twitching twice as he asked, “Why, why should I?”
Long Xiaoshan, with narrowed eyes, said indifferently, “What were you saying to Yunlin at the door just now?
What did you say she was?”
Tu Yaoyang’s face changed slightly, and he dared not make a sound.
Long Xiaoshan smiled faintly, his gaze suddenly turning icy as he said, “Now I can tell you, in my eyes, what are you?
Kneel down imdiately and apologize to Yunlin by kowtowing.”
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