Zhang Haoran said aggrievedly, "Old Lin, don't fool around. If I lose our junior disciple, Master and Sect Leader Uncle will skin me alive when we get back. I can't make this decision."
Lin Zhan drank his red wine and said with a smile, "Who asked you to make the decision? Go back and tell your seniors that Haoming is being taken by my Lin family to be our son-in-law."
"Alright, enough nonsense, it's settled," Lin Zhan said, frowning as he saw Zhang Haoran about to speak.
"Brother, don't mind my senior disciple. The Celestial Masters' Mansion raised me, passed down their teachings, and helped me cultivate. Even if I have to leave, I should go back and bid farewell," said the young Taoist Zhang Haoming, like a little adult.
"Hmm, well said. My brother-in-law is sensible. Good, very good," Lin Zhan said with a laugh.
"Congratulations to the Lin family on gaining such a fine son-in-law," the young masters said flatteringly.
Yamamoto Mieko was even more shocked. This was a dragon arriving in Fusang. She stealthily looked at Lin Yi and Lin Er, who stayed close to Lin Zhan, and whispered into He Dazhuang's ear, "Dazhuang, who are these two..."
He Dazhuang whispered back, "These two are the boss's personal bodyguards. They are Lord-level powerhouses. All twenty bodyguards we brought are from the Lin family, all Diamond-level powerhouses." Su Dan Novel Network.
Yamamoto Mieko was so terrified she couldn't speak. Two Lord-level experts were just personal bodyguards. He brought so many experts when he went out for casual fun. How many Lord-level leaders did our Ten Thousand Races Church have?
"Da... Dazhuang, I need to go to the restroom," Yamamoto Mieko said nervously and ran towards the restroom.
If someone who understood the ways of the Chinese people were here, like Adam Saul, William George, or Indian Buddhist monks, they would cry out, "These Chinese beasts are deceiving people again. They've dug a big pit and are waiting for someone to jump in."
After entering the restroom, Yamamoto Mieko quickly took out a button-sized recorder from the sole of her shoe and said anxiously to a woman waiting in the innermost stall, "Quick, send this back to headquarters immediately. Top-priority emergency. Hurry!"
After sending off the message, Mieko felt cold sweat streaming down her body. The thought of Lin Zhan's identity made her tremble violently. She thought wildly, "The Lin family, a royal family of China. It seems the Lin family has more than one king, and they've never been heard of before. This means China has hidden kings."
Yamamoto Mieko forced herself to calm down. Her mission was not yet complete, and she had to go back. Looking in the mirror, she had regained her composure. In an instant, her eyes were alluring, filled with moisture, and she left the restroom, walking towards the crowd.
When she returned to the booth, it happened to be during a performance of traditional Fusang programs. She noticed Lin Zhan and the others frowning, their eyes showing impatience.
"My lords, are you not satisfied with the performance?" Mieko asked respectfully.
Ying Xuan replied, "Sister-in-law, that's too formal. But this performance, what is it? They all have pale faces like paper figures, and what are they crying about? It's not as good as our 'Crying Seven Passes'."
Perhaps because Ying Xuan's voice was too loud, a young, chuunibyo Japanese youth nearby heard him insulting his country's great underworld art.
"Baka! How dare you insult the art of our Great Fusang? You will die!"
The music at the party instantly stopped. Even the underworld music playing and the actors pretending to be ghosts on stage paused.
Ying Xuan, Meng Gang, He Dazhuang, and Wang Er Zhuang stood up with sinister smiles. "They grabbed wine bottles from the table and charged towards the chuunibyo little devils. After a ping-pong of smashing, five little devils opposite them were lying on the ground with bloody heads."
Lin Zhan looked at them and smacked his lips, "Hmm, this is much better than that opening ceremony of a dance party. By the way, sister-in-law, whose brat was that just now?"
Yamamoto Mieko looked at the mob in front of her and stammered, "Zhen Er... Shen Xia. He's the eldest son of the Zhen Er family."
Lin Zhan was taken aback and said, "What a name, it really has a certain artistic conception."
Then he turned to the Chinese people and said, "Who will go and take care of it."
Xiao Hanyi looked around and found everyone looking at him, so he said coldly, "I'll go."
Lin Zhan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Who will accompany him?"
Bai Zhanlong said with the same coldness as Xiao Hanyi, "I'll go with Old Xiao."
Lin Zhan was even more satisfied. "Okay, hurry back. We'll pick up girls later... (⊙o⊙)... Uh, no, we'll drink later."
Xiao Hanyi took out his communicator and contacted the senior assassins of Lou Wai Lou in Fusang, preparing to take action against the Zhen Er family.
Lin Zhan looked at the partygoers staring at him in terror and showed a warm smile, "Everyone, don't look at me like that. I'm actually quite easy to talk to. I hate fighting the most. Come on, let's continue the music and dancing. Let's skip that underworld performance and have some young ladies and wives dance. It's a pleasure to watch."
Yamamoto Mieko thought fearfully, "It seems my guess was correct. This person can cause a family disaster with just a word. He is indeed a supreme scion within China."
An hour later, Xiao Hanyi and Bai Zhanlong returned. Only Lin Zhan, Jiang Zheng, and the young Taoist Zhang Haoming remained at the booth. The others were on the dance floor, embracing female companions they'd found from who knows where, dancing.
Seeing the two return, a group of people stopped dancing and gathered around, asking cheerfully, "Old Xiao, Old Bai, did anything interesting happen?"
The other distinguished guests of Fusang also pricked up their ears, waiting to hear the outcome.
Xiao Hanyi looked at Bai Zhanlong and said, "Under our persistent persuasion, the head of the Zhen Er family and all adult males committed suicide by hanging. Alas, they were too ill-tempered. They couldn't be persuaded even over such a small matter."
This lighthearted, mocking tone made everyone present tremble with fear. A prominent family with Diamond-level experts had been wiped out in just one hour. What frightened everyone most was not the brutality of these Chinese young masters, but that in Tokyo, the capital of Fusang, a local family was destroyed, and the lords of Fusang dared not even make a sound. This indicated that even the lords of Fusang couldn't afford to offend these people.
Lin Zhan couldn't help but shake his head regretfully and said, "Alas, how did this happen? Why is this person so stubborn? You can't get along with someone like this; they're prone to trouble."
Then he turned and shouted to the crowd on the dance floor, "Why are you all looking at me? As I said, continue the music and dancing."