Chapter 127: Two Types of Invitations

However, it was somewhat inappropriate for Chen Yurong to come here; on one hand, she was not a direct relative of Su Mingyue, and on the other, Chen Yurong had previously had some unpleasantness with Lin Feng.

Yet, this woman shamelessly tagged along to join in the excitement, and Su Mingyue could do nothing about it.

"I'm sorry, my second aunt has caused you trouble."

Su Mingyue said with an apologetic look, her voice kept very low to avoid being heard by Chen Yurong.

"It's just a small matter."

Lin Feng waved his hand with a chuckle, not taking it to heart.

At this very moment, the banquet had not yet officially begun, but the area in front of the Hanhai International Hotel was already packed with all kinds of luxury cars.

Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi, Bentley, Ferrari, Maybach—it had absolutely everything.

If someone unaware arrived here, they would likely mistake this for a luxury car exhibition.

Su Mingyue, dressed in a light blue evening gown, held Lin Feng's arm tightly, following him like a bird relying on a person.

But before their group could enter the Hanhai International Hotel, a female staff member hurried over and bowed respectfully as soon as she reached them.

"May I ask if you are Mr. Lin Feng?" the female staff member asked.

"I am."

Lin Feng nodded and said.

The female staff member immediately took out a Golden Invitation and presented it to Lin Feng with both hands.

"This is what our Chairman asked me to give to you; with it, you can move about without obstruction," the female staff member said.

"I didn't expect Senior Sister to be so thoughtful," Lin Feng said with a smile, taking the gleaming Golden Invitation from the female staff member's hand.

Su Mingyue, however, was somewhat puzzled; she took a Black Invitation out of her bag and asked, "Why are our invitations different?"

The invitations for Lin Feng and Su Mingyue were indeed different; not only was the color distinct, but most importantly, the level of craftsmanship was also vastly different.

Su Mingyue's invitation was entirely paper, but Lin Feng's invitation was wrapped in a layer of gold foil, which was precisely why his invitation shone brilliantly under the sunlight.

"The invitations prepared by our group come in two types; the vast majority of guests can only receive a Black Invitation, and only the most distinguished guests can receive a Golden Invitation," the female staff member explained.

Su Mingyue said softly, "This is too much of a double standard."

Lin Feng laughed in spite of himself, waved his hand to let the female staff member leave, and then led Su Mingyue, Su Zhenhe, and Chen Yurong into the Hanhai International Hotel.

Just as they arrived in the lobby, an atmosphere of opulence rushed toward them.

The spacious and bright hotel lobby had been set up as a banquet venue; the giant crystal chandelier on the ceiling radiated a thick sense of nobility, and the red carpet on the floor was not only thick but also fluffy and soft, feeling extremely comfortable to step on.

With such a thick red carpet laid on the floor, even if someone were to accidentally fall, they certainly wouldn't get hurt.

There were already many guests in the lobby; the men were in suits and leather shoes, the women were radiant and beautiful, all looking like members of the upper class, and they were currently gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and socializing.

The arrival of Lin Feng and Su Mingyue naturally attracted the attention of many, and so people immediately came over to strike up a conversation.

Lin Feng was not interested in this kind of social activity, so he kept a straight face, expressionless, with an air of "strangers keep away."

Yet, unexpectedly, at this moment, a young man and a middle-aged man walked over with large strides, followed by two bodyguards in suits.

That young man was none other than Zhao Ziyang, and who else could that middle-aged man be but the Head of the Family of the Zhao Family, Zhao Haoran!

Enemies meeting face to face, their eyes burning with hatred.

Zhao Ziyang sneered, looking Lin Feng up and down, and said with disdain, "I didn't expect you to be invited to attend the banquet hosted by the Yunxiao Group... No, wait, how could the Yunxiao Group invite a loser like you? You most likely rode on Su Mingyue's coattails to get in here!"

Lin Feng glanced at Zhao Ziyang a few times, and seeing this guy acting arrogant and looking down his nose at people, he immediately understood.

It seemed the Zhao Family had not yet received the news that Blood Fiend was dead, and that he had died at his own hands.

Come to think of it, the only people who knew Blood Fiend died at his hands were Liu Qianxue, Yang Xiao, Zhou Hao, and the Divine Dragon Guard.

The Zhao Family was colluding with the Hidden Demon Sect, which Dragon Soul already knew, and since they were people of Dragon Soul, they naturally would not inform the Zhao Family about the defeat and death of Blood Fiend.

Zhao Ziyang probably didn't even know that he was the Chairman of the Hanhai Group!

However, Lin Feng had no interest in proving himself, so he said indifferently, "I came here to attend the banquet, what does that have to do with you?"

"It certainly has nothing to do with me, but that doesn't stop me from looking down on you!" Zhao Ziyang sneered repeatedly.

Without waiting for Lin Feng to say anything more, Zhao Ziyang continued with a look of contempt, "Lin Feng, why don't you go take a piss and look at your own pathetic face? A small fry like you, like a stray dog on the side of the road, what right do you have to attend a banquet here? You can only rely on women, acting as a gigolo and living off a woman!"

Zhao Ziyang's insults did not cause the slightest harm to Lin Feng; Lin Feng felt no waves inside and even wanted to laugh.

But Su Mingyue was already burning with shame and anger, her two slender hands clenched into fists.

"Zhao Ziyang, please show some self-respect!" Su Mingyue said angrily.

"What self-respect should I show? You're the one who should show some!"

Zhao Ziyang snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Su Mingyue, out of everyone you could have chosen, why did you have to pick Lin Feng, this penniless, useless coward! Being his woman is not as good as being with me; at least I can let you have endless wealth and glory!"

Zhao Haoran laughed loudly, and the expressions of Su Zhenhe and Chen Yurong were now extremely ugly.

After all, they had come to the banquet together with Lin Feng and Su Mingyue, and with Zhao Ziyang insulting Lin Feng, they also felt they were losing face.

Suddenly, a group of young people walked over.

This group were all Zhao Ziyang's cronies, naturally birds of a feather with him; once they arrived, they began to chime in for Zhao Ziyang, mocking Lin Feng together.

"Young Master Zhao, why bother talking to this little punk!"

"Exactly, a small fry like this isn't worth you getting angry, Young Master Zhao."

"Lin Feng, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Zhao."

"Lin Feng, don't be too arrogant. Don't think that just because you learned some amateur kung fu you're invincible. You should know that there is always someone better, and there are many people you can't afford to offend!"

"I heard that Lin Feng beat up the young master of the Jinling Han Family and even crippled his manhood... tsk tsk tsk, Lin Feng, you still have the mood to attend a banquet? If I were you, I'd be scared to death and run abroad to lay low."

This last sentence was said by Zhao Ziyang, and as soon as he said this, everyone around was shocked.

"What? Lin Feng actually crippled Young Master Han's manhood?"