Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Every ordinary woman has a dream of becoming a phoenix that falls on a branch.

But they do not know, such dreams are nearly impossible to fulfill, as the stars who frequently appear on TV cling to the dream of marrying into wealth, and it never ends.

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A good figure, appearance, and qualities, none of these can qualify one for high society; what they need is status.

One must have a matching status; otherwise, why would there be so many pitiful stars who marry into wealth only to lose their place?

The four of them drank quite a bit today, especially Mo Xing and Mu Ninghan, and for both of them, today held a different significance.

Mu Ninghan was happy because her enemy had died, her revenge was complete, so she felt jubilant and needed to drink to celebrate.

As for Mo Xing, she was drinking to drown her sorrows, as the girl hidden in the corner of her heart seemed to smile down at her from the heavens, reopening the painful scar in her heart.

But this time, as the scar was reopened, it would heal anew and never be exposed again, for the perpetrator who caused the wound had died.

It's true that when one drinks with a heavy heart, drunkenness comes quickly. Mo Xing soon became dizzy and clung tightly to Xiao Hong, refusing to let go.

And Mu Ninghan leaned against Ye Ling's chest, her perfect, delicate face tinged with a hint of a smile.

Ye Ling stood up, "Alright, stop drinking. Let's go eat something, or else I really won't be able to carry the three of you drunkards later."

Mo Xing nodded, and the four of them left, not driving but walking towards a nearby twenty-four-hour hotpot restaurant.

It is said that a drunk woman is both beautiful and enchanting, and Ye Ling had the chance to see for himself that the main reason they are captivating is that, numbed by alcohol, they make alluring gestures.

Moreover, the scent of alcohol on a woman's breath after drinking is more intoxicating and pleasant than perfume; it's a truly enchanting fragrance.

After arriving at the hotpot restaurant, they ordered a mild broth, for after drinking one can't handle too spicy a broth; it would be too harsh on the stomach, causing violent reactions.

The four ordered a few meats and some vegetables and began to chat idly. After more than half an hour, they were all full, and the drunkenness started to wear off, leaving them somewhat sober.

At this moment, six burly men entered, dressed in shorts and tank tops, all tattooed; they appeared to be local bullies, each one tall and muscular.

Upon entering the shop, they began shouting loudly. Since it was already the wee hours, aside from Ye Ling's group, there were no other customers, so the noise of the six was particularly grating.

The waiter quickly ran to serve them. They chose a table very close to Ye Ling and his friends, ordered their food, got their drinks, and started talking loudly.

"Let's head out soon after we finish eating," Ye Ling stood up, summoned the waiter to settle the bill, and then the four prepared to leave.

Just as they walked past the group of six men, the one sitting on the outside suddenly grabbed Xiao Hong's hand, looking clearly thrilled.

"Big bro, look! Isn't that the little wench?" the man bellowed in surprise, then stood up.

The other men hastily stood as well, and the atmosphere became tense. The supposed leader took a closer look at Xiao Hong and stood up angrily.

"You whore! I've been looking for you for years, and now I find you here!" he shouted, about to grab a bottle from the table to smash at Xiao Hong.

Ye Ling's expression darkened as he swiftly grabbed the man's hand that was moving towards Xiao Hong and with a twist, the bully cried out in pain, the bottle dropping onto the table.

"Ouch! Let go of me, you bastard!" the big man screamed miserably, feeling as if his wrist was clamped by steel, about to break.

Ye Ling ignored them and turned to the man holding Xiao Hong's hand, speaking coldly, "Let go!"

The man holding Xiao Hong was taken aback, quickly releasing her. Ye Ling's presence was formidable, and he simply couldn't withstand it.

"Talk about the problem, and keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise, I'll cripple you all!" Ye Ling said, then let go of the thug's wrist.

The thug looked at his now-purple wrist, grinding his teeth, "Alright! You want to stand up for her, huh? Then today I'm going to settle the score with you! Brothers, call for backup!"

After he spoke, the other men hastily took out their phones and made calls, all saying the same thing: Brother Hu had trouble at the Imperial Dynasty Disco's hotpot restaurant, and they needed to bring weapons and come quickly.

Ye Ling and his people didn't change their expressions, just a bunch of hooligans, not worth getting worried about, beneath their dignity.

"What's the deal between her and you?" Ye Ling asked the so-called Brother Hu after the calls were made.

Brother Hu gave a ferocious smile, "Are you this wench's man?"

"I am. Speak if you have something to say, fart if you have to, and keep your mouth clean!" Mo Xing stepped forward, said with a cold laugh.

It seems there's no shortage of tough guys year after year, but there's especially many this year, and they are particularly bold; truly ignorant of the ways of the world.

Brother Hu was taken aback," Ah, mates, he wants me to keep my mouth clean? What do you think, should I?"

"Heh heh, what's he count for, you do whatever you want, big brother; even if the king of heaven came today it wouldn't make a difference," the others egged him on.

Seeing the situation go south, a waiter at the hotpot restaurant decided to call the police, but a thug approached and smashed the phone to the ground, viciously warning that anyone who dared to call the police would suffer.

"Today I just can't keep my mouth clean. Come on, hit me, haha, you motherfucker, my mouth is this filthy, you hit me!" Brother Hu laughed loudly, arrogantly placing a foot on the table.

Mo Xing raised his hand and slapped Brother Hu's face, the sound of the smack was very loud, leaving everyone stunned.

"You motherfucker dare to hit me! I'll cripple you!" Brother Hu bellowed, his eyes bulging.

The other lackeys quickly grabbed chairs, ready to smash them on Mo Xing, but Mu Ninghan kicked the noisy Brother Hu to the ground with one foot.

"If you've got something to say, spit it out, otherwise stop hopping around here and scaring everyone," Mu Ninghan shouted coldly.

Brother Hu got up fiercely, covered in sauces from the hotpot, splattered all over him.

"You bitch! Are you looking to die! This is a brand new Adidas I just bought, do you know how much it cost!" Brother Hu yelled angrily.

Adidas, huh. A brand name, and to have it ruined on its first day out.

"Xiao Hong, what's going on here?" Mo Xing turned to Xiao Hong and asked.

Xiao Hong, looking terrified, gave the reason. It turns out that this so-called Brother Hu was a fellow from Xiao Hong's hometown who took a liking to her a few years ago, insisting she marry him. When Xiao Hong refused, he harassed her for months.

Months later, he actually demanded Xiao Hong to compensate him for emotional distress and the depreciation of his youth.

Ye Ling couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "This is the first time I've heard of a youth depreciation fee. Brother, I take my hat off to you; you're even more shameless than I am!"

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