Yang Fei, despite his self-proclaimed unmatched handsome and suave appearance, had no certainty that he could conquer Liang Jiayi with his unique male charm.

Things just had to drag on like this.

The following evening, Yang Fei was at the Lanting Hotel counter, thoroughly enjoying a short film that involved life sciences, genetic art, and gymnastics.

Fan Yi appeared at the entrance of Lanting Hotel.

Fan Yi, always aloof and elegant, hurried over with a hint of urgency on his face.

He entered Lanting Hotel and his first words startled Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, your master Shou Jing Gong has arrived."

"What, Old Silver Stick is here? Where is he?"

Yang Fei was overjoyed.

Although he constantly called him Old Silver Stick with a mix of curses, deep down, he missed his master a lot.

Fan Yi's face showed an awkward expression, "Shou Jing Gong is at the Clear Spring Flowing Over the Stone Bathhouse."

"He somehow found out you own the bathhouse; as soon as he entered, he chose the most popular girl to accompany him and sent me to tell you to come and receive him."

"Damn, Old Silver Stick really is Old Silver Stick; that fiery temper hasn't changed for so many years. Alright, I'm heading over now."

Yang Fei cursed under his breath, his face covered in a dark expression.

The Clear Spring Flowing Over the Stone Bathhouse occupied an entire six-story building, lavishly decorated.

With over four hundred employees including masseurs and other staff, its daily turnover exceeded three hundred thousand yuan.

Wu Wei's main livelihood was managing the Qingquan Stone, and although he had other businesses, they weren't very profitable.

Yet, solely with the Clear Spring Flowing Over the Stone Bathhouse, Wu Wei's financial power was no less than that of Li Shun or Kong Erhu.

This clearly showed the extraordinary revenue-generating capability of the Qingquan Stone!

No wonder upon Wu Wei's death, both Li Shun and Kong Erhu were desperate to gain control of the Qingquan Stone.

After Lin Xueyi and Yang Fei purchased Qingquan Stone, they began operations without much renovation.

Although it had a new owner, the bathhouse was still thriving, constantly filled with guests every night.

Of course, without Wu Wei's protection, some shortsighted hoodlums thought of causing trouble.

But as soon as they saw Yi Long's figure, they were immediately scared witless, pleading for mercy.

The ferocity and strength of Yi Long ranked him among the top five in the Yannan Underground World.

With him around, no one dared to make trouble.

When Yang Fei and Fan Yi arrived at the bathhouse, the chubby client services manager looked distressed and immediately called out upon seeing Fan Yi.

"Brother Fan, you're finally here. That old tortoise is in room number one; he's called three more girls. Do you think he has the money to pay the bill?"

"Slap yourself!"

Yang Fei coldly ordered, giving the client services manager a stern look.

"You might not respect the wise, but you should at least respect the elderly. Is 'old tortoise' something you should call someone?"

The client services manager got frightened, taking a good look at Yang Fei, dressed in a military undershirt, huge shorts, and flip-flops.

Relieved, he suddenly snapped angrily, "Damn it, who are you, and who the hell let you in?"

The Clear Spring Flowing Over the Stone is the most upscale leisure establishment in Yannan City.

Here, one can enjoy imperial-like luxuries.

But there is a prerequisite: you need to have money in your pocket.

Yang Fei's attire, totaling perhaps less than one hundred yuan, didn't qualify him to even enter the bathhouse.

Never had Yang Fei, the behind-the-scenes owner, imagined that his first appearance would result in him being scolded like a dog by a client services manager.

His eyes instantly narrowed.

Fan Yi watched the client services manager, utterly stunned.

This guy has some nerve, daring to scold Yang Fei like that, he must not want to live.

Just as Fan Yi was about to say something, Yang Fei gave him a look, and Fan Yi immediately understood and shut his mouth.

The customer service manager had already started shouting loudly, "Security, security, get this guy out of here."

"How do you guys operate allowing every Tom, Dick, and Harry in here? Remember, this is the Clear Spring Flowing Over the Stone Bathhouse."

"This is the most luxurious, high-end leisure and entertainment center in all of Yannan City, don't let beggars in here, it looks bad."

"What the hell, beggars? Homeless people?"

Fan Yi's vision darkened, he covered his forehead, his eyes filled with infinite sympathy as he looked at the customer service manager.

The security guards at the entrance of the four halls had all gathered around.

One of the security guards looked at Fan Yi in surprise, "Brother Fan, so this guy isn't with you, huh? Watch me handle him."

Fan Yi's face showed no expression, and he said nothing.

Yang Fei sneered coldly and folded his arms behind his back, eyes staring at the ceiling.

He said lightly, "So this is the service attitude you have towards ordinary guests?"

"Bullshit, what kind of guest are you when one tile here is worth more than your life?"

"So, are you going to leave by yourself, or should I have the security throw you out?"

The customer service manager had been rebuked by Yang Fei just a moment ago and was harboring a flame of anger, cursing under his breath.

He didn't wait for Yang Fei to speak, just waved his hand, his face full of disgust.

"Drag him out, beat him up and send him away, if we see him again, see him hit him, don't let this guy affect the mood of the guests."

Fan Yi looked at the customer service manager with unlimited pity.

This guy must have done something terribly unscrupulous last night, and now his karma had come back to him.

Even Fan Yi himself wouldn't dare provoke Yang Fei like this.

Four big men surrounded him, looking furious.

Yang Fei looked at the four big men indifferently, and at that haughty customer service manager.

He sneered coldly, "So you really want to throw me out, huh? See if you have the guts to try?"

The four big men became furiously angry and, confident in their numbers, charged towards Yang Fei.

Fan Yi sighed and simply closed his eyes.

"Hold on, what are you four doing?"

At that moment, someone stopped the four big men.

Everyone turned to see Yi Long, small and fierce, coming down from the second floor.

Yi Long's clout in the Yannan Underground World was not for show.

He had joined the Clear Spring Flowing Over the Stone Bathhouse as a security guard, but nobody dared to boss him around.

Yi Long, happy to be carefree, spent most of his time lounging in the upstairs lounge.

Now, seeing a conflict in the hall, he came downstairs to check it out.

Who knew that the moment Yi Long saw Yang Fei, he got such a fright that he shivered.

Yi Long's normally unruly face was filled with reverence.

He walked up to Yang Fei, suddenly stood at attention, and snapped to a salute, "Brother Fei, Sir!"

Everyone, except for Fan Yi—the chubby customer manager and the four security guards—all almost bulged their eyes out.

Yi Long was a big figure in the underworld.

Such a person, even if he kept a low profile, naturally had an air of pride about him.

But this proud, powerful chief bodyguard was suddenly saluting a man who looked like a homeless wanderer, with an attitude of utmost humility.

It could be said that even facing Kong Erhu, Yi Long had never lowered himself like this before.

This homeless man, whose clothes were not even worth one hundred yuan, who exactly was he?

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