Chapter 123: Bar Incident

After finishing the cooperation talk, Duanmu Ya and Li Lao personally escorted Jiang Feng and Lin Qinghan to the parking lot.

Duanmu Ya still held a foil‑stamped Business Card in hand, handed it to Jiang Feng with both hands, tone so respectful it was almost humble.

"Mr. Jiang, this is my personal Business Card, it has my phone number and WeChat; if you need to find me, anytime, contact me. I have already arranged the matter of the materials, and will report to you at the first moment any news arrives."

Jiang Feng took the Business Card, slipped it into his pocket, and gave a faint nod.

"Understood."

"Then you two take your time, watch Safety on the road!"

Duanmu Ya bowed her body, and only after Jiang Feng's car left the parking lot did she straighten up and let out a long sigh.

"Li Lao, I will go to the headquarters myself and raise Mr. Jiang's Membership Level to Supreme."

Li Lao leaned in, his tone still carrying a hint of shock.

"Pavilion Master, could this be too rash?"

"Li Lao, do you think Mr. Jiang is worth it? He is an Alchemist, capable of refining the Supreme Bone-forging Pill, and also of refining a beauty‑preserving pill. If the beauty‑preserving pill could be mass‑produced, not only the Jiangnan Branch but even the female Elders at the headquarters would scramble to cooperate with him! Moreover, he has behind him Lin Qinghan, the Qingxiao Sect Saintess!"

She paused, lowering her voice a few notches.

"What kind of entity is the Qingxiao Sect? If we raise Mr. Jiang's level, we can not only win him over but also use his connections to get in touch with the Qingxiao Sect. This deal, Yitian Pavilion can't lose no matter how you count it!"

Li Lao only then realized, Duanmu Ya was playing the long‑term game.

He stroked his chin, pondering carefully for a while.

"You are right! If we truly can link up with the Qingxiao Sect, our Jiangnan Branch's standing at the headquarters will certainly rise another level!"

"So, tomorrow morning I will go to the headquarters and report to the Chief Pavilion Master in person."

Duanmu Ya's gaze was firm, "We must see to it that Mr. Jiang's matter is settled, and never let other branches snatch the initiative!"

Elsewhere, Jiang Feng drove along Binjiang Road toward the city center.

Lin Qinghan sat in the passenger seat, her eyes curiously scanning the Window outside.

The roadside shops glowed with multicolored lights; people set up stalls selling accessories, and couples strolled hand‑in‑hand—scenes she had never seen in the Qingxiao Sect.

She couldn't help gently leaning against the car Window, feeling the bustling world outside.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to an interesting place."

Jiang Feng smiled, turned the steering wheel, and the car veered into a neon‑lit street.

Both sides of the street were filled with bars and KTVs, heavy‑bass music seeped through the door cracks, shaking the car Window into a slight numbness.

Lin Qinghan subconsciously tightened her seatbelt, her eyes full of doubt.

"Here… what is this place? Why is the sound so loud?"

"It's a bar, a place where ordinary young people unwind."

Jiang Feng parked, took her hand and led her inside.

As soon as the bar door was pushed open, a wave of alcohol and perfume hit them.

Colorful neon lights flickered in the dance floor, a crowd of youths swayed to the music, the bustle making one feel a bit dizzy.

Lin Qinghan's eyes were full of bewilderment. She had never seen so many people dressed revealingly and moving exaggeratedly; even her Breath became shallow without thinking.

"Don't be afraid, we'll find a quieter spot."

Jiang Feng pulled her through the crowd, walked to a corner booth and sat down; the server quickly came over and handed a menu.

Lin Qinghan looked at the densely packed names on the menu, all incomprehensible to her, and could only look up at Jiang Feng.

"These… what are they?"

"They're drinks, some with high alcohol content, some with low."

Jiang Feng smiled and ordered two glasses of low‑alcohol fruit wine from the server.

"The ones I ordered for you are sweet, low‑proof, won't get you drunk."

Soon, the server brought over two glasses of wine, each with a tiny decorative umbrella; pink liquid swirled with a few peach‑flower petals, looking especially delicate.

Lin Qinghan carefully lifted the glass, brought it to her nose and inhaled; a faint peach‑flower scent mingled with the wine aroma drifted into her nostrils.

She curiously took a sip, sweet and slightly warm with a mild buzz, and her eyes instantly brightened.

"This one's delicious!"

Jiang Feng, seeing her like a child who discovered a new continent, couldn't help laughing, and lifted his own cup for a sip.

The two chatted intermittently under the faint light.

At that moment, three thugs with rainbow‑colored hair approached.

The leader, Huang Mao, stared at Lin Qinghan, his eyes full of ill intent, a flippant smile curling at his mouth.

"Yo, this girl looks really pretty! Drinking with this pretty face is no fun, brother will treat you to a good wine, how about it?"

The nearby Lv Mao also joined in the heckling.

"Exactly! Girl, our boss is over there, come with us, we guarantee you'll get the best wine!"

Lin Qinghan frowned, leaned closer to Jiang Feng, a hint of disgust flashing in her cold eyes, and said nothing.

She didn't want to cause trouble in the mundane world, nor spoil the current atmosphere.

Jiang Feng set down his glass, his gaze instantly turning cold.

"Get lost."

"Yo, huh? You still dare tell us to get lost?"

Huang Mao, as if hearing a joke, reached out to slap Jiang Feng's shoulder.

"Kid, do you know who we are? This whole area is our territory, how dare you cross us?"

His hand hadn't reached Jiang Feng when Jiang Feng suddenly raised his hand,.

Only a "snap" sound was heard, a crisp slap landed on Huang Mao's face.

Huang Mao was hit, spun a Circle on the spot, Blood instantly streamed from his Mouth corner as he covered his face, his eyes filled with shock.

"You... you dare hit me?"

"So what if I hit you?"

Jiang Feng Standing up, his aura instantly dispersed, and the surrounding air seemed to cool by a few degrees.

He raised his hand and delivered two more slaps, Lv Mao and another Zi Mao were also flung away, crashing into the nearby Table, cups and plates shattered on the floor, emitting a harsh sound.

The music in the bar suddenly stopped, and everyone's gaze focused on the booth side.

The people on the dance floor also halted their movements, looking here curiously.

Huang Mao covered his face, swollen like a pig's head, scrambled to his feet, his eyes filled with fear and anger.

"You wait! I'm going to call for help right now! If you have any guts, don't run!"

After speaking, he rolled and crawled toward the bar entrance, Lv Mao and Zi Mao hurriedly followed, and before leaving he didn't forget to utter a harsh threat.

"You're doomed! Our boss won't let you go!"

Jiang Feng sat down again, picked up a tissue and wiped his hand.

"Who are they?"

"Just a bunch of petty thugs."

Jiang Feng smiled, lifted his wine glass and handed it to her.

"Ignore them, let's keep drinking."

But after only a few minutes, a sudden rapid Footstep sound came from the bar entrance, and a dozen or so burly men wearing black vests, tattoos on their arms, surged in.

At the front was a bald man with a face full of flabby flesh, holding a steel pipe, his gaze filled with hostility, and as soon as he entered he shouted loudly.

"Who the hell dares to hit someone from the Black Gold Society? Give me Standing out!"