Speculations in His Heart
Another big boss sighed. "It really is so. This young man called Qin Zhao stopped at nothing. His future is boundless."
"In this round, we're on the first floor while they're already in the stratosphere."
"Damn impressive. The dog's got guts—what a breed!"
"To build connections, I drank until my stomach bled more times than I could count. He only had to throw away his dignity once to secure a sure victory."
No one knew the full truth behind what had happened.
This was the only reasonable and lawful explanation.
Some looked down on him, some envied his courage, and some admired him.
Qin Zhao had won so thoroughly this round that he was practically numb from winning.
It was nearly six o'clock.
When Shen Wuxiao and the others arrived, two lines of people immediately appeared at the venue.
They opened up a path through the middle.
They squeezed all the guests aside!
"Young Master Shen!"
"Young Master Shen..."
Greetings came one after another.
Shen Wuxiao merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment, a faint smile on his face.
Qin Zhao, Chu Ming, and Wang Zai Xiao Ming were led away through a side passage.
The moment Shen Wuxiao entered, the venue immediately began to quiet down.
Everyone rose to their feet and watched Shen Wuxiao.
Shen Wuxiao took Jin Muyao to a table nearer the front.
Everyone at that table was familiar with him.
Several of Shen Wuxiao's little darling wives had come to join the excitement.
Jiang Huaiyue, An Qing'er, Xue Zimo, Shen Li, Bai Bing, Lan Xi, Hongye, Xia Zhizhi, Ning Lü Luo, Ran Xincheng.
A whole table of peerless goddesses.
It felt like a hundred flowers blooming at once—beauty beyond compare, extraordinary grace, each with her own merits.
The others had not come. Either