Chapter 453: A Big Shot from Kyoto

Slap!

The waiter, slapped, staggered back two steps, and a clear imprint immediately appeared on his cheek.

But she dared not cry, could only lower her head in grievance, trembling all over.

Duanmu Hongjie saw the scene, and his anger surged instantly, shouting profanities.

"Are you fucking sick? This private room was booked by me first! You really think I'm easy to bully, huh?"

The man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses sneered, paying no heed to his fury, and said arrogantly.

"I am the rule! Not only did I slap her, even if I cripple her, no one dares to intervene!"

"And you two, quickly vacate the private room, compensate me, and perhaps I'll spare you; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Just as the standoff continued, a slightly paunchy middle‑aged man hurried out of De Xiang Ju.

It was Manager Wang of De Xiang Ju.

When Manager Wang saw Duanmu Hongjie and Ma Jian's faces, he rushed forward and bowed to the two.

"Ah, Duanmu Shao, Ma Shao! Why have you come? Why didn't you tell me in advance so I could personally welcome you both!"

Manager Wang has been in this area for many years; he knows most of the Provincial Capital Nine Great Families' scions, let alone the Eldest Sons of the Ma Family and Duanmu Family, whom he dares not offend.

Even if Duanmu Hongjie hadn't booked the private room, he would still have to quickly free the best private room to host the two Eldest Sons.

Duanmu Hongjie and Ma Jian, seeing Manager Wang's respectful demeanor, slightly softened their expressions.

Ma Jian snorted coldly, pointing at the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses.

"Manager Wang, you're just in time. Look at this guy—he not only snatched our booked private room but also struck your waiter. How should we resolve this?"

Hearing this, Manager Wang quickly turned, looked at the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses, his smile instantly faded, and his tone grew serious.

"Sir, I'm truly sorry. This private room was pre‑booked by those two young masters. We have other private rooms with fine ambience; I can arrange one for you personally, how about that?"

As he spoke, Manager Wang also gave the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses a subtle signal.

In Manager Wang's view, once the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses learns their identities, he will surely be shocked, apologize, and obediently vacate the private room.

But unexpectedly, after hearing Manager Wang, the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses showed no fear at all, but instead gave a cold smile.

"Who do you think I am to be so arrogant? Oh, a scion of the Provincial Capital Nine Great Families? Just a country bumpkin from a small place like Jiangnan, daring to put on airs before me?"

"Provincial Capital Nine Great Families? So impressive?"

"Even Governor of Jiangnan Province Xu Yansong wouldn't dare snatch this private room from me, let alone you two country bumpkins!"

The words caused a roar throughout the venue.

Everyone was stunned; they hadn't expected the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses to be so brazen, even disregarding the Governor of Jiangnan Province!

Without waiting for Manager Wang to speak, the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses pulled a black notebook from his pocket and casually tossed it into Manager Wang's hand,

"Take a good look and see clearly who I am!"

Manager Wang's trembling hands took the black notebook and opened it gingerly.

After just a glance, his complexion turned extremely pale.

He quickly closed the notebook, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it back to the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses.

"S‑sorry… apologies, esteemed guest, I failed to recognize Mount Tai, I have greatly offended, please forgive me, forgive me!"

Duanmu Hongjie felt very upset; he had finally booked the private room to treat Jiang Feng to a meal.

But not only was the private room snatched, the other party was so arrogant, and now Manager Wang is even assisting them—this is literally slapping him in the face!

Hearing this, Manager Wang quickly grabbed Duanmu Hongjie's arm, lowered his voice, and earnestly urged.

"Duanmu Shao, if not, please give the private room to this esteemed guest; we truly cannot afford to offend him—if we anger him, none of us will reap good results!"

"Yield? On what grounds?"

Duanmu Hongjie flung Manager Wang's hand away.

"I finally invited Jiang Ge for a meal, and we can't even get a private room—this isn't fucking slapping me in the face?"

"Even if someone from the Xia Family arrives, the rule of first‑come‑first‑served must be observed; why should he be an exception?"

"Right, does De Xiang Ju treat our two families too lightly?"

Hearing Duanmu Hongjie and Ma Jian still refuse to back down, Manager Wang's face turned white with fear.

He furtively glanced at the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses, fearing his anger, while continuing to persuade the two.

"Duanmu Shao, Ma Shao, I beg you, don't act rashly; don't let this trivial matter bring disaster upon your families!"

Manager Wang's voice was very low, his tone full of pleading.

"This gentleman's status is truly extraordinary; I cannot say, nor dare to say. All you need to know is that he is not someone we can afford to offend!"

"Heed my advice, vacate the private room quickly, leave, and don't cause trouble here; otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable!"

In fact, at this moment, the two had already guessed the other's extraordinary status.

But this is fucking infuriating.

Moreover, this is a disgrace in front of Jiang Ge; how can the two accept that?

The man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses stood aside, arms crossed, looking coldly at the scene, a mocking smile curling at his mouth.

Seeing the two still unyielding, the manager added softly.

"Gentlemen, this gentleman is from Kyoto…"

Ma Jian grew even more upset at Manager Wang's words.

"Even if he's from Kyoto, so what? Does being from Kyoto let him ignore rules, snatch others' private rooms, and hit people at will?"

"Even if the Emperor descends, rules still apply, right? Who does he think he is to be so overbearing here?"

Jiang Feng stood aside, his expression calm as he watched the scene, saying nothing.

He also saw that the man with gold‑thread‑bordered glasses had a decidedly non‑trivial identity.

Crucially, a faint aura of pressure emanated from him; though not strong, it was certainly not something an ordinary person could possess.

Jiang Feng originally didn't care about a private room; he came today just to have a good meal, and there's no need to cause unnecessary trouble over a private room.

So Jiang Feng stepped forward and patted Duanmu Hongjie's and Ma Jian's Shoulders.

"Alright, stop arguing. There are just the three of us; having a private room or not makes no difference. There's no need to get into an unpleasant dispute over a private room—let's just eat in the main hall."

Duanmu Hongjie heard Jiang Feng's words; although he was still very angry inside, he also knew that Jiang Feng didn't want to stir up trouble.

Since Jiang Feng said so, he didn't want to persist any longer; he gritted his teeth and reluctantly nodded.

"Fine, Jiang Ge, I'm listening to you."

Manager Wang saw the two finally relent, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Jiang Feng with a grateful expression.

"Thank you, sir, I will absolutely arrange the best Table for the three of you…"

Saying that, Manager Wang prepared to lead Jiang Feng and the other two toward the main hall.

But at that moment, the man with Metal Silk‑bordered glasses grinned.

"Wait…"