Hearing this, Xia Ping cast him a sidelong glance. "Senior Brother Duan, don't put trash like yourself on the same level as me. To you, perhaps that Bronte is unbeatable, but to me, he's nothing more than a clay chicken and pottery dog. Crushing him to death wouldn't be much harder than crushing a chick."
"Th-this!"
Duan Chengrui was rendered speechless. He simply could not understand why Yang Budong was so brimming with confidence. This fellow was clearly only at the early Golden Core Realm, had come to this planet alone, and had no backing whatsoever.
Yet now he was speaking so arrogantly about Bronte, who stood at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, and the Medlin Family, which had at least a million members, claiming he could crush them with ease. Wasn't that far too exaggerated?
He racked his brains but could not figure it out.
"Enough. Cut the nonsense."
Xia Ping waved a hand. "Go down immediately and announce that a banquet will be held tonight at the best hotel on Borderhead Planet. Invite the leaders of every major force. Every last one of them must attend.
I don't care what they have going on. Even if they do, they must put it aside, rush back without stopping, and get their asses here. Otherwise, they're making an enemy of me—they're making me unhappy. If they make me unhappy for a moment, I'll make them unhappy for the rest of their lives."
He issued his order.
"But we're out of money now—not even a single cent. How are we supposed to hold a banquet?" Duan Chengrui pulled a bitter face, saying they did not even have enough money to repair the residence, let alone pay wages. Where would they find the money to host a banquet at the