Compared with the empty space on the first floor, there are four additional private rooms, divided into A, B, C and D. Each private room is decorated with antique colors, sandalwood sofas, rattan chairs, top-quality purple clay tea sets, and precious ancient paintings. Inside it, you can clearly feel the inner ancient heritage and cultural atmosphere. There are rumors that the four private rooms in the Warring States Club spent a total of hundreds of millions of dollars to be built, specifically to entertain the most noble guests of the club. The rumors are not very credible, but there is no wind or wave. You can still notice that the Warring States Club has exhausted your mind in the private room.

In the A-shaped box, except for Zhou Hao, the owner of the Tiger Hall who was responsible for entertaining guests downstairs, the high-level officials in Yongxing were almost all gathered, even Qian Sen, the owner of the Leopard Hall who was injured, sat here.

If a bomb could be detonated here, then Yongxing, which had dominated the East China Sea for decades, might collapse instantly.

Today is the day when the Warring States Period held a monthly gladiator competition. Gu Qingcang, the helmsman of Yongxing, took this opportunity to gather all the backbones in the club and introduce their current development so that they can know each other and increase the cohesion of the club. Elder Wang Dengfeng was describing the operating conditions of the Warring States Council in recent times, but a sudden and panic knock on the door suddenly rang out.

"Come in."

Compared to the surprise reactions of several hall masters turning their heads, Gu Qingcang, who was firmly in the middle, seemed very calm. He picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, but the eight winds remained motionless.

Wang Dengfeng, who was over 60 years old, stopped talking, frowned slightly, and looked at the door.

A young man walked into the house in a panic and said in a panic: "At the helm, everyone, Hao, Young Master Hao was beaten downstairs."

The audience was stunned when they heard this.

Before Gu Qingcang could speak, a man took the lead in slapping the table, with murderous intent everywhere.

"who?!"

Gu Qingcang's expression was like an ancient well. He didn't blame the Lord of Wolf God for crossing the country. Other bigwigs here could understand that his son was beaten and I was a little excited, but it was normal for human nature.

"It's... a man named Li Futu. Mr. Hao wanted to invite the female star he brought to dance, and then there was a verbal conflict, and the man took action."

The young man said tremblingly, wanting to cry without tears, almost kneeling on the ground.

"How is Hao Feng's current situation?"

Gu Qingcang spoke slowly at this time, his tone was plain, but he still had an unshakable majesty.

The young man who came to report the situation opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say that Mr. Hao had already been ruined, but when he was talking, he hesitated for a moment whether to report it in a realistic manner. He paused for a while, but he still dared not hide it. Under the gaze of the big guys, he said tremblingly: "No, there is no life danger, but Mr. Hao was injured in the crotch and had been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. However, in that aspect... he will be ruined in the future."

The Lord of the Wolf Hall, Hao Binjie, had a sharp change in his face, his body shook suddenly, his face as pale as paper, and his momentum dropped sharply, and even Wang Dengfeng, who was beside him, had cold eyes.

Hao Feng, the only son of Hao Binjie, the leader of Yongxing Langtang, and the top black second generation in the East China Sea, was injured in the crotch and had his son and grandson?

Hao Binjie clenched his fists tightly, his face twisted in anger, turned his head stiffly, and he looked at Gu Qingcang, "Header, what do you mean?"

"Let's go down and have a look."

Gu Qingcang's face was deep, making people unable to see what he was thinking. When he was together, the Yongxing high-level staff here followed him in the seats. Qian Sen, who had fought with Li Futu in Suwon Warehouse, deliberately looked at Wang Dengfeng more obscurely.

Where there are people, there will be a world of martial arts, and where there are worlds, there will be factions. Because Gu Qingcang, the helm, is getting older and his son is not interested in the club, and the third generation is a girl, so more and more people within the club have begun to prepare for the future.

Judging from the current situation, if Gu Zhangchu really abdicates, then the most promising person in terms of reputation and qualifications is the elder Wang Dengfeng. This is also the reason why he chose to sell Wang Yang's face to help him solve the problem himself. Not only did he think so, but also Hao Binjie, whose son was eunuch.

As the general trend is, the influence of the Wang faction within the community has become increasingly stronger, but at this moment, looking at Gu Zhanzhun with a deep face and Wang Dengfeng who was only half a step behind him, Qian Sen had an inexplicable premonition that their Yongxing pattern might change greatly because of this man named Li Futu!

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Jianghu Building Hall.

"Hao Binjie? What is that?"

Li Futu looked confused and asked at Yang Yuqing sitting in front of him.

Yang Yuqing, who was in tears, wanted to strangle him to death and said that the Lord of Yongxing Yifang was like something. Moreover, this bastard just returned the eunuch to the son of someone else. Do you really think that their father and son are soft persimmons that can be kneaded by others?

"Hao Binjie is the leader of the Yongxing Langtang. Everyone under his command can drown you if they spit. What do you think it is?"

Yang Yuqing gritted her teeth and looked at Li Futu with a calm expression and Mu Yudie with a bird-restrained expression, completely defeated the idiot man and woman, and said with a headache: "You are having a big fuss this time. Hao Feng is Hao Binjie's only son. If you hurt the other party, Hao Binjie will definitely not let it go. Even if you have Mr. Yan support you, Yongxing is not afraid of Mr. Yan."

"Oh, it turns out that it's really not small."

Li Futu smiled faintly, looking at the crowd who kept watching him whispering in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. It's really a cold and cold relationship. After he kicked it out, no one except Yang Yuqing dared to get close to him within ten meters.

"Sister Yang, since I offended such a big man, why do you dare to drink with me here?"

"I was not hurt by people. Could it be that Hao Binjie will blame me if I drink with you?"

Yang Yuqing gave Li Futu a blank look, and when the ostentatious face was seen, he was a little envious.

From a personal standpoint, which woman doesn’t want a man to be crazy and domineering for herself?

Li Futu's eyes flashed, and he naturally heard the strong confidence in Yang Yuqing's words. It's hard to say whether he was afraid of Yongxing. At least this young woman who gave people a feeling of being a little furious must be not afraid of Hao Binjie.

"Sister Yang, let me ask you, what is your husband doing?" Li Futu asked softly.

"What? Now I'm starting to find out my sister's background?"

Yang Yuqing smiled, "But it's nothing to tell you, just a soldier."

She took a sip of wine quietly, her eyes wandering, and she became a little absent-minded.

At the entrance of the stairs from the second to the first floor, a messy sound of footsteps suddenly came, and then a group of men walked down with serious expressions. When they appeared, a real pressure began to spread in the hall, making people feel breathless.

The powerful people in the hall subconsciously looked at Li Futu. Even though it was nothing to do with them, the atmosphere of black clouds swaying the city made their hearts very heavy.
Chapter completed!