A Fist Subdues the Thieves' Gate

"Look, that's the rising star of the business world. He's not even thirty, yet his net worth is already catching up to the older generation."

"And that one is this year's diva, right? Even she came to wish Elder Kang a happy birthday?"

"That's President Tan of Taijiang Group. Didn't they say his negotiations with the Thieves' Gate fell through last time? Why is he here too?"

"Heh, it was just one failed negotiation. As far as people like them are concerned, as long as there's profit to be made, what does making up on the spot matter?"

As they watched one prominent figure after another step onto the red carpet and chat merrily as they headed toward the resplendent building, the onlookers' faces were filled with envy, jealousy, admiration, and every other imaginable emotion.

Many of those qualified to walk the red carpet had been born with that privilege. Most of the watching crowd, however, had never had such an opportunity from birth, and likely never would in their lives.

"Hey, where are you going? I'm only at the very bottom of the Thieves' Gate. I'm not qualified to take you in through the main entrance." Ye Qianqian jogged a few steps to catch up with Chen Xu, who was striding toward the red-carpet area. "There are snipers secretly watching that place at all times. Don't do anything reckless."

"Since when could the rightful owner, coming to reclaim what belonged to him, not even force his way through a thief's front door?"

Chen Xu's tone was calm. Back when he had yet to become a Martial Artist, he had dared to visit those four martial arts schools directly and demand his resources back. Now that he had attained a Martial Aspect, he could go anywhere in the world. What