Martial Dao Chosen, Ordered to Capture the Fiend!

Xinglan Club.

"Blech, what is this stuff? Is this even fit for people to drink?"

Someone reached out to take the special drink served by the waiter. He took a sip, then spat it out the very next second.

His shout immediately drew echoes from everyone around him.

Earlier, everyone had forced themselves to accept the drinks. After tasting them, every one of them wore a bitter expression.

The waiter hurriedly explained.

"This was specially ordered for everyone by that young master..."

Chu Sheng slowly raised his eyes, a faint smile curling at his lips.

"What? When that man was throwing his weight around here just now, didn't every one of you seem to enjoy drinking them?"

"I specially ordered these drinks for you. Drink every last drop."

At those words, the people who had just been grimacing instantly fell silent. One by one, they pinched their noses, tipped back their heads, and drained the drinks in one gulp.

The students from Zhao Chen's booth had not dared to leave from beginning to end.

Without a word from Chu Sheng, they neither dared to step forward and thank him nor dared to leave rashly.

They could only huddle in the corner booth, standing there at a complete loss.

Now, seeing these powerful figures who normally called the wind and summoned the rain in Xifeng Base City in such sorry states, their hearts trembled even harder.

Chu Sheng simply looked far too young—he even seemed one or two years younger than them.

They had to know that they were all second-year students at a martial arts academy and had only just turned twenty.

Ordinarily, they still had to follow the rules at school. Before these influential people, they did not even have the right to raise their heads.

Yet Chu Sheng