Lu Chengwen knew he had offended Zetmosunzi. That guy definitely would not let this go.
He drove to the suburbs, wrapped up the event in a hurry, further solidified the relevant operations of the Ancient Martial Arts Foundation's Full of Boredom, and stabilized everyone's morale.
Lu Chengwen was then invited to a dinner banquet.
It was already late. Lu Chengwen figured he had nothing else to do, and attending a banquet was no big deal, so he went.
And then... the Patriarchs Zhou, Yu, and Zhai all came over to toast him.
Zhai Wancheng had yet to recover from his injuries and drank tea in place of wine, but the other two were extremely enthusiastic.
Lu Chengwen had a lot on his mind, and after killing people these past two days, he still felt uneasy about it. He ended up drinking too much and was helped into that suite to rest.
The next morning, before Lu Chengwen even opened his eyes, he yawned. Then his left hand moved, then stopped. He gave something a squeeze... Huh? What was this soft thing?
His right hand moved instinctively, then stopped as well. He gave it a squeeze. This one was smaller.
Fuck!
Lu Chengwen shot upright, horrified, yanked a sheet around his lower body, and turned to look... Wonderful.
Perfect.
Just then, the door was pushed open again by a group of people. Yu Kuohai, Zhou Yangqing, and Zhai Wancheng stormed in with experts from their families.
Lu Chengwen panted as he looked at the two young Beauties still asleep in the bed, then at the three Patriarchs.
"Which Patriarch got stabbed to death this time?"
Yu Kuohai's face was livid. "CEO Lu, I may not have helped you during the great battle, but I spoke up for you quite a bit.