Chapter 393

Southern Heavenly King Chen Zheng, a underworld overlord whose might shook the region and the adopted son of the former Eastern Mausoleum Dragon Head Murong Dong, rose to fame in a single battle against the Cambodian underworld; later he followed Murong Dong on three incursions into Vietnam and fought his way out of over a hundred mercenaries, carving a bloody path to bring the wounded Murong Dong back.

The champion of deadly combat, the king of underground racing, the uncrowned king of the Eastern Mausoleum underworld. Chen Zheng, only thirty years old, bore the halo that countless people envied and were jealous of.

Beneath these legendary halos lay countless brutal, blood-soaked battles.

At the birthday banquet of a legendary underworld tycoon, the guests were countless. Not to mention the Hong Kong triads, Taiwanese and Japanese societies all sent representatives; even several gambling kings from Myanmar and Aomen sent their confidants bearing gifts. Whether from the business or political world, black or white, formerly estranged parties, those with open or hidden grudges, all gathered harmoniously tonight to offer the most 'sincere' blessings for the birthday of this Eastern Mausoleum Dragon Head.

The banquet was indeed extravagant; as soon as I stepped inside, gazing at the gold-and-splendid villa, the intricate, interwoven paintings on the ceiling gave me a momentary illusion that I had entered a crystal palace.

After Pangzi that coward accompanied Silijing in a dance, he grabbed a plate and scoured everywhere for tasty food. Meanwhile, Yuan Qiu held a glass of red wine, smiling and chatting with people all around to expand his network.

As for me…… I despise the scheming and deceit of the business world, and I cannot learn from Pangzi to be a carefree foodie. So I boredly sat on the sofa, occasionally picking up a slice of watermelon or pastry, stuffing it into my mouth and eating boredly.

"Ah... how can it be that today is such a grand banquet, and you're not wandering around?" Yao Yirong, sitting beside me, smiled faintly and whispered, her rose-colored long dress reflected her lovely face, making her even more charming.

Moreover, many flirtatious butterflies came over, gallantly extending a hand to invite Yao Yirong to dance, but she smiled and politely declined each one.

"Such an occasion isn't for me…… I'm more suited to staying in a corner." I replied, eating pastry and rubbing my forehead.

Suddenly, amidst the endless crowd at the dance, I saw a familiar figure.

This figure was none other than Fan Wuchang, who had stabbed himself for us the previous night; at this moment Fan Wuchang wore a pure black suit, matching his knife-like slender build, his eyes deep black and icy, his whole person exuding a lethal, captivating loneliness.

I thought Fan Wuchang must be feeling tormented at this moment. He was constantly surrounded by girls harassing him, sometimes touching his face, sometimes attacking various parts of his body. Among these girls, there were even lavishly dressed ladies covered in gold ornaments who kept throwing flirtatious glances at Fan Wuchang.

Out of respect for Chen Zheng's face, Fan Wuchang could only swallow his anger; besides coldly glaring at those flirtatious butterflies, he had no other recourse.

But Fan Wuchang forgot the saying: what cannot be obtained is always the best, and the unattainable salted fish is always the most fragrant.

In Pangzi's words, Fan Wuchang at this moment is that salted fish so fragrant it makes people crave it to death; the colder he is, the more interested the surrounding girls become, and the cooler he acts, the harder they strive to harass him.

"Wait for me, I'm going to see a friend!" After greeting Yao Yirong, I headed toward Fan Wuchang's position.

"Brother Chang, why are you here? Your wife just brought your son around looking for you." I pushed aside the various girls around, squeezed into Fan Wuchang's side, and as soon as I got in, I immediately helped him break out of the siege.

"Damn, it turns out you're already married—why didn't you say so earlier? You made this young lady waste all that saliva just now."

"...... Getting married and still not saying so early—modern men are really dishonest. Eating what's in the bowl while running off outside to hunt wild game."

"You're so shameless—I never expected that beneath your cold exterior lies such a base heart."

Fan Wuchang and I, our faces blackened with lines, endured the taunts of this group of flirtatious girls; after watching them each spit out a mouthful of saliva, they walked away smug and pleased.

"How did you come over here?" Fan Wuchang looked at me, puzzled.

I responded with a pure smile: "I came to help you break out of the siege."

Fan Wuchang rolled his eyes and said: "You drove all the girls away and still claim you're helping me break the siege—who the hell are you?"

"Damn, you don't hate those annoying women, do you?"

"Who said I hate them? Do you know what 'playing hard to get' means? Do you know what 'tantalizing' means?" Fan Wuchang gave me a harsh look, then smoothly brushed his hair: "Get lost, you're blocking the beautiful women's view of me."

I turned around, puzzled, and saw not far behind on the banquet table a middle-aged lady covered in fatty flesh, slathered in thick makeup, her hands clasped under her chin, wearing a foolish yet enamored expression as she gazed at Fan Wuchang.

Just as I turned, I saw Fan Wuchang feigning a pose as he winked and sent a jolt of electricity toward her. Behind me came an 'ah,' and I jerked around again; in that moment the plump lady's orchid finger stroked her brow, a moan rising from deep within her as she seemed about to faint—apparently she had been knocked out by Fan Wuchang's electric shock.

Seeing that the electric shock had worked, Fan Wuchang leaned against the wall, standing with crossed legs, head lowered, his face full of vicissitude as he gazed at the floor, once again restoring that aloof coldness toward everything around him.

I stared dumbfounded at all this, until I saw the plump lady's eyes blinking with little stars, taking tiny steps in a little run toward Fan Wuchang, and Fan Wuchang coolly discharged another jolt, his low voice calling out 'beauty'—at that point I finally couldn't help but vomit, my stomach churning, nearly bringing up last night's late-night snack.

"Damn…… it turns out your cold exterior hides a lascivious heart; I no longer believe in love…… no, I no longer believe my own eyes."

I was almost struck by lightning from the sudden thought that popped into my head; I hastily wiped my cold sweat and shot a contemptuous glance at Fan Wuchang, who was teasing the plump lady "beauty".

I now finally understand why this guy's father gave him the name Fan Taixian—this flavor is not just salty, it's strong enough to kill a person by smoking.

After I exhausted my energy and scorning Fan Wuchang with a "laser laser"—I realized…… I was hungry.

This is a very embarrassing fact that I cannot deny, especially when my stomach growled, drawing everyone's gaze toward me—I wished I could find a hole to crawl into.

"Alright…… I'm not Hai Sheng, I'm Pangzi. I'm not Hai Sheng, I'm Wang Weiqiang." I kept hypnotizing myself, imagining being possessed by Pangzi and gaining his innate thick-skinned skill. Ignoring the strange looks from everyone, I ran to the buffet table, grabbed a plate and fork, and searched for food I liked to fill my stomach.

"Beef steak is inedible, lamb chops are too raw, pork chops…… I'm sick of pork, grilled meat is too greasy…… sigh, what is this smell?" As I worried about what to eat, I suddenly caught a familiar, unique scent that pulled out the hidden cravings in my stomach.

This scent is definitely the curry I love.

I followed the fragrant breeze, searching the banquet table for the source of the curry…… but when I saw the dish, my face involuntarily soured and I lost my appetite instantly.

A large plate: on the left a lump of yellowish mess, on the right countless rice balls shaped like pandas; described in words, it is indeed quite cute.

But the odd part is…… these pandas are leaning forward, heads lowered, constantly rushing toward those yellowish things.

The chef's skill is superb, rendering this scene vividly alive: pandas vying to be first, slapping their hands in line, scrambling for that lump of yellow, sticky curry, with several pandas' heads already soaked in that yellow curry.

In words, this scene is pandas feeding; visually, it's pandas snatching……

In short, as a curry lover, seeing this dish instantly killed my appetite.

"How come you don't like it? This is a new Japanese dish called curry-style panda eating feces." At that moment a familiar voice sounded in my ear. I carefully savored the voice—gentle yet carrying a heroic magnetic quality, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Turning around, I realized the voice belonged to Chen Mo.

"How did you come here?" I was instantly shocked—what joke is this, a police officer suddenly appearing at a gang boss's gathering? This couldn't be preparations for some thunder operation to round up all these gang members, could it?

My mind involuntarily conjured up this scene.

Just as Chen Zheng suddenly took the stage, saying some polite thanks for everyone's attendance at my gathering, a large contingent of armed police rushed in, wielding AK-14s and aiming at the heads of the crowd, they shoved these people, faces covered, into vehicles. Then the next day, a portly police commissioner appeared on TV news, his face glowing red as he told reporters: "Actually, we police have been planning this operation for a long time; after a series of investigations, background checks, and formulating a detailed and thorough plan…… we finally rounded up these gang bosses who have been a scourge to the people."

"Not only did I come, but many of my comrades have also sneaked in." As my mind wandered, Chen Mo quietly leaned into my ear and informed me of this fact.

"What did you say?" This news hit me like an electric shock, leaving me unable to speak for a long time.