Gong Xian smiled faintly. "This isn't the place to discuss business. Come, come—I just got some fine wine, and I've been saving it for you."
As he spoke, he pulled Han Zhongjun toward a private room on the left. Just then, Fei Wu's voice rang out at an astonishing volume: "Master Shi, owner of Difafang Casino, has arrived to offer his congratulations!"
The entire hall was shaken, and fell silent in an instant.
Gong Xian immediately abandoned Han Zhongjun and went out to greet him, beaming. He had been standing by the door watching for someone, and that someone was Shi Erli.
If Shi Erli didn't show up, Gong Xian would be unable to settle his nerves. He'd feel uncomfortable all over.
"Brother Shi, I never expected this—truly, I never expected you to come. I thought you had such an unyielding pride that you'd never give me, Gong, the time of day again. But I never imagined you'd be so accommodating. Haha..."
The resentment in Gong Xian's heart had piled up far beyond what Fei Wu could imagine. Only Gong Xian himself knew what he had lost.
Now that Xu Yi was dead, only Shi Erli remained. If Gong Xian didn't pick a target and vent his anger properly, he feared he'd go mad.
Shi Erli's expression was calm as he said, "I came to pay my respects to Senior Gong Yushang. Brother Gong, don't flatter yourself."
As he spoke, he ignored Gong Xian entirely and headed straight into the hall.
In terms of grief and indignation, he might have been second only to Gong Xian.
The Gong clan had provoked him first. Then Xu Yi had appeared out of nowhere, helped him vent his anger, and turned the situation in his favor.
But the clan leader had intervened, not