Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 737 - 746: Disappeared (Happy National Day!)

The rhythm was going well for Dragon Lord when he was suddenly interrupted, his face darkening as he turned to look at the newcomer.

The person who entered was none other than Wang Chao, accompanied by seven or eight guys. Upon entering, they saw the room was full of people.

"Young Master Ye, what’s going on here? Are these all your friends?"

Wang Chao hurriedly asked, but Ye Ling just shrugged his shoulders, "Don’t know them. They said they wanted to let me experience what it feels like to have a wine bottle smashed on my head."

Hearing this, if Wang Chao still didn’t understand what was happening, he would truly be out of the loop.

The group of brothers behind him smirked and clicked their tongues, curious to see what kind of person would dare to mess with Young Master Ye in Donghai City!

"Brother, I ask you, what’s your turf? Do you know who he is?"

Wang Chao walked up to Dragon Lord with a cold smile, sizing up his outfit, it was obvious that he wasn’t any kind of powerful figure.

Besides, even if someone was powerful, who had the right to act big in front of Ye Ling?

Dragon Lord responded to this with a cold laugh, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket to put in his mouth. His lackey quickly stepped forward to light it for him.

"Who I am is none of your concern. This matter isn’t something you can handle, so beat it."

Dragon Lord said with disdain. Upon hearing this, Wang Chao was immediately amused, clicking his tongue, "What a bold statement. It seems the shallow waters are teeming with pompous frogs. Everyone thinks they’re the boss."

Wang Chao hadn’t encountered many things in Donghai City that he couldn’t handle, and if there were, they definitely weren’t connected to this so-called Dragon Lord.

"Kid, it looks like you prefer punishment over toasting!"

With those words, Dragon Lord’s eyes suddenly became fierce, grabbing the wine bottle from the table and frantically smashing it toward Ye Ling’s head, his actions shocking everyone present.

Nobody dared to imagine he would lash out so suddenly. The restaurant manager was especially distressed—this was bad, a big incident was unfolding.

Naturally, he had heard of Dragon Lord, a big shot in the area, a wealthy thug with a net worth approaching a billion and a number of hoodlums under him.

While Yu Rou was a rising star, someone not easily offended. However, he overlooked the two top-tier Young Masters in the room.

Crack!

All the others heard a crisp sound in their ears, and the sight before them left everyone stunned.

The Dragon Lord, who had initiated the attack, was now clutching his head as red wine dripped down, mixed with strands of bright red blood.

And Ye Ling, the one who was hit, was holding the wine bottle with an indifferent face, lightly tossing the now-broken bottle aside and sitting down in a chair.

"I think now you should have a clear understanding of what it feels like to have a wine bottle hit your head. Feels good, doesn’t it?"

Ye Ling said with a cold smile. This guy, too arrogant to accept kindness, had insisted on coming to this point. He truly brought this upon himself.

The Dragon Lord was stunned, confused about how the bottle from his hand ended up in his opponent’s. This was impossible; this was definitely not some magic trick. What on earth was this!

At that moment, the gangsters behind Dragon Lord burst into a furious rage: "You bastard, it seems like you’re courting death. How dare you hit Dragon Lord? Brothers, let’s chop up these scoundrels!"

As they were about to make a move, it was already too late. Wang Chao and the others by their side were quicker to act, taking the initiative with their fists flying.

Ye Ling sat on the table, watching the chaotic scene unfold across from him, while Yu Rou by his side was also filled with fear and trepidation. Although she had seen her fair share of the world, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill.

The baffled Dragon Lord, seeing Ye Ling calmly eating his meal, instantly grew anxious. "Are you acting like nothing’s wrong, a little too calm for this situation?" he thought.

"Kid, I’m going to show you who the real boss of this turf is!"

As he spoke, Dragon Lord stood up, teeth clenched in rage, poised to throw something from the table at Ye Ling. Unfortunately for him, Wang Chao tripped him up from behind before he could act and he fell to the ground.

"Go to hell; I think you’re tired of living!"

Wang Chao kicked Dragon Lord in the head. Surprisingly, the numerical advantage really did help these pampered rich kids overwhelm the thugs.

Of course, it was not to exclude the possibility that their performance was for Ye Ling’s sake, but that remained unknown.

Five minutes later, Dragon Lord and his cronies lay on the ground, wailing in pain. Ye Ling stood up, waved his hand, walked over to Dragon Lord and smiled slightly, "How about it? Do you need some time to call for help, or do you think you can use any of your connections? Call them all over?"

"Kid! Just you wait, I’m telling you, no one hits Dragon Lord and gets away with it!"

Dragon Lord was clenching his teeth, about to speak when suddenly Ye Ling kicked him in the ribs. A crisp sound of cracking bone rang out, sending shivers through everyone’s scalps.

"People like you should be thrown into the river to feed the fish. Don’t you agree?"

Ye Ling smiled faintly then stood up, patting Wang Chao on the shoulder, "Thanks, Wang Chao. Not much else to say, come to my house for dinner tomorrow and try my cooking skills."

Wang Chao hurriedly nodded his head with excitement. The other young masters were also injured. Ye Ling nodded his head, "Thanks, everyone. Wang Chao, get the brothers a good meal and have fun!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Ling waved to Yu Rou and then left the private room. Just one minute after Ye Ling left, several brawny men came in and carried Dragon Lord, who was on the phone, and his people out of the private room.

These were none other than Cao Hong from Dragon Gate and the elites among the one hundred and eight Dragon Guards.

That very night, the rolling waves in the river gained six more bodies to feed the fish, and nobody knew where Dragon Lord had gone. From that day on, Dragon Lord disappeared without a trace.

Ye Ling naturally resumed his role as the domestic man of the house until, three months later, Liu Qiao’er came to find him with a worried look on her face.

"Ye Ling, there’s been a problem at my place, and I want you and Qing Yi to come over."

Liu Qiao’er said anxiously. Ye Ling was taken aback, to go over with Qing Yi?

Qing Yi had been in the mundane world for quite some time now, living in Ye Ling’s estate except for a few months spent back in the Netherworld, now pretty much acting the part of the lady of the house.

Oh, the only difference is probably that she’s not Ye Ling’s woman.

"What’s the matter? Someone in your family possessed or what?"

Ye Ling asked in confusion. Liu Qiao’er nodded her head, and then suddenly shook it.

"Ah, I don’t quite know how to explain it. Let me just tell you the whole story, anyway I have a feeling something’s not right."

With that said, Liu Qiao’er hurriedly recounted the events to Ye Ling. After finishing, Ye Ling finally understood why he and Qing Yi were being asked to go there.