Retainer Banquet

A small temple has strong winds, and a shallow pond has many turtles.

Within the small group of retainers, there are even unspoken rules.

However, this kind of thing isn't enough to scare Fan Lang.

Fan Lang smiled slightly, raised his wine cup, toasted the big bearded man in front of him, and said with a smile, "No matter what, you came to remind me out of kindness, I'll toast you a cup."

The two raised their cups and drank.

Afterwards, Fan Lang pulled the Butcher Girl up and left their original seats.

When everyone saw this scene, they thought Fan Lang had given in and was planning to go to the lowest-ranked seats. However, what happened next almost made their jaws drop.

Fan Lang didn't walk towards those lowest-ranked seats, but walked all the way to the first seat on the right row. According to the order of status, this was the highest-ranked seat among all the retainers.

The number one retainer!

Fan Lang sat down carelessly, as if it was a matter of course.

Some people widened their eyes, some opened their mouths wide, and some dropped the chopsticks in their hands.

Sitting in that position, wasn't that courting death?

"Hey! Kid, you've taken the wrong seat. Sitting there will cost you your life. Hurry up and come over here!" The kind-hearted big bearded man said anxiously.

"I didn't take the wrong seat. This position is very good, and I don't plan to change it," Fan Lang said lightly.

"Are you crazy? That's Jin Duanshan's seat. He is a level seven Mystic Spirit, the highest realm among all the retainers. If you take his seat, he won't let you go. There's still time to change seats now. It will be too late for you to regret it when he comes later."

"You're meddling too much. You should mind your own business."

Fan Lang didn't have any intention of changing seats, nor did he have the slightest fear.

The big bearded man was snubbed, cursed, and stopped trying to persuade Fan Lang.

Several other retainers were very displeased with Fan Lang's arrogant behavior and said some sarcastic remarks.

"He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to sit there. Let's see how he ends up when Jin Duanshan arrives later."

"He just became a retainer and already thinks he's hot stuff."

"There are always some fools in the world who like to court death."

"Don't bother with him. What does his life or death have to do with us? If he is killed by Jin Duanshan, it will be a good way to add to our drinking pleasure."

Many retainers believed that Fan Lang was doomed this time and waited to watch the show later.

Fan Lang was too lazy to argue with this group of people, as that would be too demeaning. He just slowly drank his wine, occasionally chatting with the Butcher Girl beside him.

"They think a level seven Mystic Spirit can kill you," the Butcher Girl said.

"Mystic Spirits are different. Some Mystic Spirit experts can indeed threaten me, but ordinary Mystic Spirits definitely can't." Fan Lang grinned.

"If you defeat that Mystic Spirit named Jin Duanshan later, these gossiping people should be dumbfounded, right?"

"Just a bunch of trash, no need to take them to heart."

Fan Lang wasn't just saying it, but thoroughly despised this group of trash from the inside out.

As time went on, more and more retainers arrived. Many people were stunned when they saw Fan Lang's seat, but no one reminded Fan Lang to change his position. Most people had the mentality of fearing that the world would not be in chaos, wishing that Fan Lang, this new retainer, would stir up a hornet's nest.

When almost everyone had arrived, a tall and mighty figure appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

This person was more than two meters tall, with knotted muscles all over his body, bronze skin, carrying a large stick as thick as a wrist on his back, and his Mystic Force was surging like a wave. Just getting close to him would make people feel a sense of oppression.

Jin Duanshan!

Everyone recognized his identity. He was the strongest among the retainers. Anyone who had tried to provoke him had paid a heavy price.

At previous Retainer Banquets, Jin Duanshan had always sat in the first chair, closest to the City Lord, and was highly valued and favored by the City Lord.

"Hehe, Jin Duanshan is here, wait and see the show."

"Jin Duanshan will be furious when he sees his seat being taken."

"That guy named Fan Lang is dead."

Everyone gloated, excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, craning their necks to watch the excitement.

Jin Duanshan walked into the banquet hall with a sullen face, noticing that the atmosphere in the room was a bit subtle. He frowned when he found everyone was looking at him.

"Damn it, why are you all looking at me? Do I have flowers on my face!" Jin Duanshan roared.

No one answered, but a few people pointed at Fan Lang, the meaning was self-evident.

Jin Duanshan followed their gaze and found that his seat had been taken by Fan Lang. His tiger eyes narrowed instantly!

Jin Duanshan walked over step by step with a sullen face, his footsteps very heavy.

Everyone thought this was a signal that a fight was about to break out.

Jin Duanshan walked up to Fan Lang, stopped, and his tall figure cast a shadow. Fan Lang did not look up at Jin Duanshan, and continued to eat and drink as he pleased.

Just when everyone thought Jin Duanshan was about to lose his temper, a twist occurred.

Jin Duanshan did not lose his temper at Fan Lang, but turned around and looked at the retainer sitting in the second position on the right, and said coldly, "Move, I want to sit in your seat."

"What?" The retainer who was named was dumbfounded. He was the eternal number two, always under Jin Duanshan, and had been sitting in this position for a long time.

"Stop talking nonsense, quickly give me your seat. If you are not convinced, come outside and fight me," Jin Duanshan said fiercely.

"Brother Jin, it's clearly this kid who took your seat, why don't you make trouble for him, but instead come and take my seat?"

"Three counts, if you don't move, I'll make your head bloom. Three, two, one!"

As soon as the word "one" fell, the eternal number two stood up in exasperation and walked to the third table, driving away the original third.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves. The boss became the second, the second became the third, and almost everyone changed positions, the scene was quite comical.

No one expected this to happen, and even less understood why Jin Duanshan would tolerate Fan Lang sitting in the first seat.

Only Jin Duanshan himself knew why.

He glanced at Fan Lang and recalled the scenes that had taken place in the Underground Arena yesterday.

This kid is not to be trifled with!

Yesterday, Jin Duanshan had nothing to do, his hands were itchy and he was addicted to gambling, so he went to the Underground Arena with some money to watch the gladiatorial fights, and witnessed Fan Lang's winning streak with his own eyes, especially the last battle, which was really shocking.

Jin Duanshan knew of Fan Lang's terrifying strength, so naturally he didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of Fan Lang, and willingly took second place.

Those who didn't know the inside story couldn't understand what was going on at all, and felt like they had seen a ghost.

Jin Duanshan, who always had a fiery temper, actually admitted defeat in front of Fan Lang?

Anyone with a bit of brains could see that there was something wrong with this, and no one dared to say anything disrespectful about Fan Lang afterwards, and they all learned to shut up.

After a while, the City Lord Luo Jiuxiao finally arrived.