Divine Lucky Star

Inside a private room of the Gold-Edged Rose Private Club.

"Brother Wei, it's a pity that our plan was disrupted by Wang Hao," Fang Wenhao said in a carefree manner as he lounged on the sofa with his arm around a princess, "You must help me secure the position of the future Family Head of the Fang family no matter what. The terms are negotiable; I absolutely must sit in that position."

"Don't worry," Wei Shengkun said with a laugh after drinking a glass of wine, "It's just Wang Hao we're talking about. Other than him, everyone else is inconsequential. However, it was really unexpected for him to run into me last time. If my Yin Formation had been completed, in less than half a year, those old immortals in your family would probably all be six feet under. The rest of the youngsters would then be much easier to deal with. It's indeed a pity."

As they talked, a young man who looked like a punk laughed, "It's just Wang Hao. You guys make it seem like you're talking about some terrifying tiger. How strong can he be? Can one person take on our entire alliance?"

This man had a head full of blonde hair, a waist draped with a chain, tattoos on his arm, and his laugh was sinister. However, the few core members present all knew that this guy was also an advanced member of the Ghost Master Alliance, far stronger than he appeared!

"Brother Tie, I'm actually quite curious myself," Fang Wenhao said as he lifted his glass to clink with him, then continued, "With the vast resources controlled by your Ghost Master Alliance, even I am envious, not to mention ordinary people, who definitely aren't your match. Yet, this Wang Hao is so formidable, even managing to get the upper hand against Brother Wei! Really wonder what's the deal."

After all, Fang Wenhao was a direct descendant of one of the four major families and possessed the strength to compete to be the future Family Head.

However, such a person, in the company of these few, clearly had the least say, which truly would be unbelievable if spoken of.

"That Wang Hao holds a grudge against me too," another man, dressed in a black traditional Chinese outfit, with a small mustache and holding a snuff bottle, laughed at this moment, "I really wish I could drink his blood and eat his flesh right now. I just haven't had the chance to encounter him; otherwise, hmm..."

"Master Liu Cheng, I've heard about your matter," Fang Wenhao looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Back then, it was because of that incident that Wang Hao entered the Fengshui World. It really is true that foes are bound to meet..."

They were still talking when suddenly, the club manager pushed the door open and walked in,

followed by a young man behind her.

After entering, the manager cautiously spoke, "Young Master Fang, this young man said he is here to see you..."

Curious, everyone looked up, and upon seeing, they were stunned!

"Wang Hao, it's actually you!" Fang Wenhao was shocked, as he, being a member of one of the four major families, had frequently heard the legends about Wang Hao—especially the fact that even Wei Shengkun was no match for him.

"Oh boy, there sure are a lot of people here," Wang Hao said with a smile as he walked in. Without any formalities, he went straight to the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

At that moment, everyone in the room was stunned. Brother Tie, with his head of blonde hair, sized up Wang Hao, then said with a snicker, "You're Wang Hao? The guy who, they say, made old Wei run away just from one encounter?"

"That's me. What, you all are together?" Wang Hao surveyed the room and then lifted his glass, "Let's drink first as a courtesy before getting down to business. Cheers."

His presumptuous behavior left the princesses accompanying them in the room dumbfounded. Those who recognized him hurriedly raised their glasses, "Director Wang is good..."

Wang Hao didn't care about anything else, finished his drink by himself, then smiled and said in a deep voice, "Alright, I've had my drink, now it's time to discuss some serious business with them. Those of you who are not involved should leave, so you won't get hurt by mistake."

His direct order for the girls to leave immediately filled the whole room with a scent of gunpowder.

After all, the girls were accompanied by their patrons, and no one dared to leave without their patron's word, instantly tensing up the air in the room.

The music stopped, and the lights were turned on. Everyone looked at each other, no one daring to make a move.

"I'd like to see who dares to move!" At this point, Brother Tie stood up and said, "Wang Hao, isn't it? I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. You're not quite like the information we had before. I remember you were just a clown, since when did you become so serious? Coming to our place to show off isn't very nice, is it?"

"Are you with Wei Shengkun?" Wang Hao lifted his head to look at him and said coldly, "Whether I'm a clown or not depends on the situation. I'm indeed a clown with my friends, but when my friends and family are threatened, that's another matter."

He wasn't just talking big.

Why was he so tight with Ren Xing? They truly had a friendship that had been through life and death!

When he was just an ordinary person, he dared to fight fiercely for his friends, so now that he was powerful, he naturally wouldn't be courteous to anyone who dared to mess with his friends!

"Not bad, you do have some loyalty to friends!" Brother Tie spoke, and white mist suddenly wrapped around him. Then he lifted a foot and aimed a kick at Wang Hao.

He put all his strength into this kick, and if anyone were hit squarely by it, they would most certainly be paralyzed at least.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Wang Hao!

In just the blink of an eye, Wang Hao's body was surrounded by black mist, which almost covered his entire face, making him look like a demon from hell.

"Bang!" Wang Hao took Brother Tie's kick with his left arm, and at the same time, he raised his right fist and threw a punch accompanied by a "whooshing" sound of splitting the air, straight towards Brother Tie's face.

It was as if his fist broke through time and space. To the bystanders, it seemed to move in slow motion, and they could clearly see the trajectory of the punch and each pulsation of the veins on his fist, until it struck Brother Tie's cheek, sounding a "plop" as if hitting a broken skin drum.

How powerful was Wang Hao's blow when he concentrated all his strength?

Under Fang Wenhao's fearful gaze, one could even slightly see a circular shock wave generated. Brother Tie, like a ball fiercely kicked by a goalkeeper aiming for the opponent's net, spun countless times in the air, as his mouth spewed blood like a gushing faucet. "Ting, ting, ting," three light sounds, for it was three teeth, along with blood, that were sprayed out, falling onto the shiny marble floor.

It was only after a few seconds that Brother Tie finally "thudded" onto the ground, foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back, body convulsing in spasms, tears and snot spreading everywhere.

The private room fell silent as a grave.

Looking at Brother Tie lying on the ground still twitching non-stop, Wang Hao sneered and cracked his knuckles, saying, "It seems that's all there is to it…" He then walked up to Fang Wenhao, smiling sinisterly, "Fang Wenhao, right? You're involved in this too. Don't be anxious; I'll naturally come looking for you once I'm done with the main issue."