The club was located in Jingquan District, and Ling Zhenfei knew that it was Nine Lives Wildcat's territory. Having just offended his underling, Cyclops Mountain Eagle, he had to be cautious now that he was stepping into Nine Lives Wildcat's domain.

"Boss, we're here. Let's get out of the car!"

Silent throughout the ride, Fatty parked in front of Royal No.1 Club and signaled Ling Zhenfei to get out with him.

No sooner had Ling Zhenfei stepped out of the car than Fatty's phone started ringing urgently.

"Hello, Mr. Ikeda..."

Seeing the caller ID, Fatty rushed to answer. It was the Japanese fish merchant Ikeda Yasushi on the line. Fatty picked up the phone with a flattering demeanor, ready to greet him, but was met with a stream of cursing instead.

The caller was clearly furious, a fact Ling Zhenfei could discern from the thunderous roar coming through the phone.

However, Ikeda Yasushi seemed to be shouting in Japanese, an incomprehensible babble to Ling Zhenfei, who didn't understand the language and could only listen in bewilderment.

"Hey! Hey!"

Fatty didn't understand Japanese either, but right now he was treating Ikeda Yasushi like a deity of wealth. Even though he could not comprehend what was being said, it was undeniable that he was being scolded.

Consequently, Fatty could only nod incessantly, using the lines and gestures commonly found in some anti-Japanese TV dramas, to get through the call.

"I never would've guessed, you chubby guy, that you understood Japanese!"

After Fatty hung up, Ling Zhenfei glanced at him and spoke with an air of disbelief.

"Ah, boss, you know me better than that. Even my Mandarin isn't that sharp yet, let alone Japanese?" Fatty wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied with a bitter smile.

"You don't understand? Then what was that 'hey' about just now?" Ling Zhenfei felt even more speechless.

"Ah, boss, you don't know the whole story. These Eastern Devils from the Japanese Country are very arrogant, always thinking they're superior. Here on the land of Huaxia Country, they still want to act all high and mighty!"

Fatty shook his head and sighed, "That Ikeda devil can actually speak Mandarin, and quite fluently at that, yet he insists on spouting a bunch of nonsense at me. Although I don't understand what he's saying, judging by his tone, it seems like he's blaming us for being late!"

"Late?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhenfei became even more puzzled and asked, "You, the big guy, it's not right to blame him if you had set up the time, you shouldn't be late. No matter who it's for, that's just basic respect."

"Boss, once again, you're unaware."

Fatty, to the contrary, pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "I set the meeting for seven-thirty in the evening. Look at the time now; it isn't even seven yet. He's the one who came early but blames me for being late! Where's the logic in that?"

"So Ikeda Yasushi is like this! With such a domineering personality, I suppose he's not someone easy to talk to."

Hearing Fatty's complaint, Ling Zhenfei's brows furrowed. It looked like tonight's conversation would not be as smooth as he had imagined.

"Boss, you don't need to intervene in this matter, if Ikeda Yasushi is uncooperative later, don't get angry. I'll handle him," Fatty reassured.

Fatty knew that Ling Zhenfei was not someone to be trifled with, and seeing that Ling Zhenfei seemed annoyed, he hurriedly tried to warn him in advance.

However, Ling Zhenfei acted as if he hadn't heard Fatty's words at all, and walked expressionlessly towards the club.

Although he didn't speak, Ling Zhenfei was pondering to himself that if Ikeda Yasushi's attitude turned out to be decent later on, then it would be fine, but if he dared show the slightest disrespect, Ling would make sure to teach this ignorant Eastern Devil a lesson, even if it meant losing the business deal.

Royal No.1 Club was not a place for ordinary folk, and Ling Zhenfei, dressed casually, clearly looked like a slacker. The doormen were about to come over to stop him when Fatty strode forward and chased them away.

Fatty led Ling Zhenfei straight into the private room arranged with Ikeda Yasushi.

Once in the private room, despite there being several people seated in this neon-lit chamber, Ling Zhenfei's gaze was immediately drawn to one man in a black suit, short and stocky, who even had a small mustache on his lip.

Without a doubt, this guy must be Ikeda Yasushi!

Short in stature, with bandy legs, this seemed to be the typical image of men from Dao Wo Country, and this Ikeda Yasushi was clearly a quintessential example.

Especially since this guy even had the gall to be snuggling up with two hostesses on either side of him, his face brimming with sleaze, all of which made Ling feel disgusted at first glance.

"Hehe, Mr. Ikeda, we were delayed by some matters on the road and are a bit late. Sorry, so sorry!" Though Fatty had been full of complaints about Ikeda outside, he was still hoping to turn a profit from this Koi in Ikeda's hands.

Upon entering the room now, Fatty immediately squeezed out a smile and began to nod and bow excessively, apologizing profusely to Ikeda Yasushi.

Ikeda Yasushi had been laughing and enjoying himself, but as soon as Ling Zhenfei and Fatty arrived, he immediately wore an expression as if he had eaten something distasteful, stood up, slapped the table, and began pointing at Fatty and shouting loudly.

However, the man was spouting a stream of Japanese, which made Fatty almost succumb to awkwardness, leaving him no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Mr. Ikeda, what are you saying? I know you can speak Chinese, so why don't we just communicate directly in Chinese?"

"Baka! This is utterly outrageous!" Hearing this, Ikeda immediately rolled his eyes at Fatty, and under a flash of anger, he began to curse at Fatty in a mix of Japanese and Chinese.

"Idiot, do you Huaxia people all have no integrity? You're all chinkasu, zako, what an inferior ethnic group! Drop dead!"

Berated to his face, Fatty's face was a picture of embarrassment. He could only spread his hands in a gesture which said he wanted to explain but couldn't find the words.

"Little devil, what are you saying?" Ling Zhenfei stepped forward, his eyes cold as ice, and stared down Ikeda Yasushi as he asked each word deliberately.

Although Ling Zhenfei couldn't understand the Japanese that Ikeda was cursing in, he heard the Chinese words loud and clear.

This damned Eastern Devil dares to insult the Huaxia Ethnic Group as inferior!

Did he think that Huaxia was still the same country from decades ago that could be easily slaughtered and bullied? Did he think that people from the Island Nation could still swagger so easily on the land of Huaxia?

"Baka, who are you? Do you know who I am, daring to speak to me like this?"

Ikeda Yasushi had clearly drunk a lot, his neck thick and his eyes red as he cursed Fatty energetically, but when he saw Ling Zhenfei glaring at him, he stared back with bulging eyes, as if trying to intimidate Ling in his presence.

Yet, this natural born loser, even as he puffed out his chest and tiptoed, was still not as tall as Ling's shoulders. Confronted with Ling's superior, chilling gaze, Ikeda's expression couldn't help but falter.

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