Chapter 138: Master Nine Arrives

At Lu Ming’s table, Huo Yutong was graceful and luxurious, Noki Miwa was cold and breathtakingly beautiful, Qin Lan was capable and dashing, and A Duo was pure and lovely. These four individuals were all super-beauties who instantly commanded everyone’s attention.

Passersby could not help casting a few admiring glances, yet no one was as audacious as the fat man.

Seeing Qin Lan flare up, Lu Ming and the others chose to remain silent; having this female tyrannosaurus around was more than enough.

Lu Ming and his companions said nothing, wearing faint smiles as they prepared to enjoy the show.

Just as the fat man finished speaking, Qin Lan arched her slender brows and asked, "Is that really what you think?"

"Really. What do you say, come with me, big brother loves this style," the fat man laughed heartily.

Qin Lan took a breath and slowly replied, "Alright then."

Immediately afterward, Qin Lan stood up, looking entirely ready to follow the fat man.

The fat man was slightly stunned at first, then burst into laughter. "Good, how decisive! We're heading to my presidential suite to have some real fun, and big brother will treat you well."

With that, the fat man stood up and took two steps forward, with Qin Lan obediently following behind him.

Seeing that Qin Lan was actually coming along, the fat man beamed with joy and walked toward the elevator. A moment later, the two of them stepped inside and vanished from sight.

At this point, Yun Ketian wore a twisted expression and asked in agony, "Brother Lu, will Qin Lan be alright?"

"What do you think?" Lu Ming shot him a sideways glance.

Yun Ketian thought about it for a moment, appearing somewhat reassured, though his expression remained uneasy.

Lu Ming chuckled inwardly. This was a classic case of losing one's judgment out of sheer concern. With Qin Lan’s martial prowess, what could possibly happen to her when dealing with a fat man who knew nothing of martial arts?

Only A Duo frowned and said with a hint of panic, "Brother Lu, did Elder Sister really just get taken away like that?"

Lu Ming stroked her head and smiled. "Don't worry, your sister is extremely formidable. You'll see in a moment."

Noki Miwa and Huo Yutong both kept their composure. Having spent a great deal of time with Qin Lan recently, they were fully aware of her capabilities and her temper. That fat man was in for a miserable time.

By now, the waiters had begun serving the dishes. As plate after plate was brought out, Lu Ming felt a fresh pang of heartache.

Braised abalone, steamed geoduck, stewed bear paws... every single dish cost thousands, if not tens of thousands.

When all the dishes had been served, the table was completely laden.

Lu Ming stared at the spread with a bitter expression, looking as though he had lost all appetite.

Huo Yutong covered her mouth and smiled. "Brother Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Lu Ming’s face contort dramatically, he suddenly snatched up his chopsticks and declared with fierce determination, "It's free food, I'd be a fool not to eat."

With that, he brandished his chopsticks and dug in voraciously.

The others looked at Lu Ming with expressions brimming with amusement; even Noki Miwa could not keep a straight face, a reluctant smile breaking across her features.

Right at that moment, Qin Lan strolled leisurely back over.

Yun Ketian hurried to ask, "Sister Qin, are you alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me?" Qin Lan glared at Yun Ketian.

Yun Ketian shrank his neck and said no more, though the expression on his face became vastly more relaxed.

Qin Lan took her seat and, seeing that Lu Ming was already stuffing his face, shook her head and remarked, "My, you eat this much even when paying for it yourself? Don't you feel a bit wasteful?"

Lu Ming’s chopsticks abruptly stopped moving, and he shot her a ferocious glare. "Do I need you to mind my business?"

Having said that, he resumed wielding his chopsticks and devoured his food with renewed vigor.

The group could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

"Let's eat too, or there won't even be any broth left in a minute," Qin Lan said as she picked up her own chopsticks.

Remembering Lu Ming's terrifying appetite, the others quickly joined in.

As they dined, A Duo asked cautiously, "Sister, did that fat man do anything to you?"

Qin Lan looked at A Duo with a smile. "Don't you worry. With a piece of lard like that, what could he possibly do to me?"

A Duo nodded and broke into a happy smile.

Just then, two figures were seen approaching their table.

One was short and stout, his face swollen like a pig’s head to the point where his features were unrecognizable. Only upon careful inspection could one tell this was the very same fat man from earlier.

Accompanying him was a middle-aged man dressed in a suit.

The fat man pointed and blurted out, "That's the table, that's the woman who hit me!"

He singled out Qin Lan at Lu Ming’s table.

As the two arrived before Lu Ming and his companions, the man in the suit spoke up, "Everyone, I am Meng He, the general manager of this hotel. This gentleman has lodged a complaint stating that someone among you assaulted him. Is this true?"

The moment Meng He finished speaking, Lu Ming pointed at Qin Lan without the slightest hesitation. "She did it."

"Oh." Meng He turned his gaze to Qin Lan. "Did you strike him?"

Continuing to eat her food, Qin Lan replied leisurely, "Yes."

Meng He arched both brows. "Since that is the case, you must apologize to this gentleman and compensate him for his medical bills and emotional distress. Otherwise, our hotel will pursue this matter."

"Why on earth should I compensate him?" Qin Lan asked in her unhurried tone.

Meng He smiled faintly. "Everyone, Mr. Wang Hongfu here is a VIP guest of our hotel and the president of Winenergy Corporation. We will certainly pursue any complaints made on his behalf."

"He's your VIP, what the hell does that have to do with me?" Qin Lan retorted.

Meng He’s expression darkened. "Madam, you should know that Master Tu has a stake in this hotel."

"Master Tu? Never heard of him," Qin Lan said, picking up a piece of food with her chopsticks.

Taken aback by her response, Meng He paused before speaking slowly, "Are you telling me you don't even hold Master Tu in any regard?"

"What kind of bullshitty Master Tu or Master Dog is he? Tell him to get lost and stop disturbing my meal," Qin Lan snapped, slamming her chopsticks down.

Seeing this, Meng He sneered, "Very well. Since that's how you want it, don't regret this."

With that, Meng He pulled out his phone and made a call.

Deep down, Meng He was consumed with fury.

This Wang Hongfu rented a presidential suite at the hotel year-round and was a big spender, making him a valued patron. Meanwhile, he had never laid eyes on Lu Ming and his group before, and they didn't look like the sort who frequented such high-end establishments. Deciding whose side to take was a no-brainer.

Yet these people dared to show no regard for Master Tu, which baffled him. Master Tu's reputation resounded throughout the underworld of the Northwest; he refused to believe these individuals had never heard of him.

It seemed the other party simply didn't believe this place was connected to Master Tu. However, they were about to learn just how terrifying an offense against Master Tu truly was.

The call connected, and a voice from the other end grunted, "Hello?"

"Is that Ninth Master?" Meng He asked ingratiatingly.

Given his status, he was not qualified to contact Futu directly; at best, he could get through to Huang Jiu.

Huang Jiu's voice came through the receiver. "Yes, what is it?"

"It's like this, Ninth Master. Some people here have beaten up one of our VIP guests. I asked them to apologize, but they refused. When I brought up Master Tu, they showed zero respect whatsoever. Left with no other choice, I had to disturb you, Ninth Master," Meng He rattled off quickly.

"Such a thing happened?" Huang Jiu said.

Hearing this, Meng He hurriedly fawned, "It is gospel truth, Ninth Master! How could I possibly dare to deceive you?"

"Alright, stay right where you are. I'm on my way over." With that, Huang Jiu hung up the phone.

Meng He put away his phone and sneered at Qin Lan, "I hope you people don't piss your pants in a moment. This is a high-end hotel, and that would be rather unseemly."

Qin Lan continued eating unconcernedly, replying coolly, "Who's going to piss their pants is anyone's guess."

"Stubborn to the bitter end," Meng He scoffed.

Leaving aside Master Tu, even Seventh Master, Ninth Master, or Twenty-First Master were figures of absolute terror—people whose mere stamp of the foot could make the entire city of Xijing tremble.

Once these ignorant fools saw Ninth Master arrive shortly, they would learn the true meaning of terror.

Having said that, Meng He pulled Wang Hongfu over to the lounge area to sit down, whispering, "President Wang, there's no need to worry. Once Ninth Master gets here, these people will have a miserable end. Just wait and see."

Wang Hongfu touched his swollen, pig-like face and said viciously, "I'm going to run train on that bitch a hundred times just to vent the hatred in my heart."

"As long as President Wang has the stamina, a ten thousand times would be fine too," Meng He laughed.

Meanwhile, Lu Ming and the others continued feasting without a care, acting as though nothing at all had happened.

A Duo understood nothing of the sort, while the others were well aware of Futu's subordinate status before Lu Ming; naturally, not a single person felt any anxiety.

A short while later, Huang Jiu was seen walking through the main lobby accompanied by two men.

Catching sight of them, Meng He immediately hurried forward with a flattering smile.