Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Mu Ninghan called over a girl in her early twenties for Mo Xing, with a sweet face and light makeup.

She had an impressive figure and her skin was as white as milk, reflecting a charming luster under the flashing lights.

They sat on a luxurious sofa and began to drink. Mu Ninghan's tolerance for alcohol went without saying; after all, she was the 'big sister' here. If Ye Ling didn't use his Spiritual Power, Mu Ninghan alone could probably outdrink him by eightfold.

As for Mo Xing, there was no need to mention his capacity either. The young master of the Mo Family, the number one prodigal of Donghai City, to say he couldn't drink was something not even dogs would believe.

So, a drinking contest began. Mu Ninghan was somewhat restrained, only occasionally clinking glasses with Mo Xing, while spending the rest of the time chatting with Han Qingxin; the two women became fast friends in no time.

Ye Ling and Mo Xing, however, were chugging their drinks by the glassful. The girl invited by Mu Ninghan to accompany them in drinking also had an amazing capacity for alcohol, constantly matching Mo Xing drink for drink.

"Come on, after this one, there are three more to go!" The girl, named Xiao Hong, had a rather tacky name that didn't suit her delicate features at all.

Mo Xing was as straightforward as they come, lifting his glass to clink and his wandering hands nowhere near behaved, making Ye Ling burst into laughter.

"Tsk tsk, such a lovely pair of shameless people. I tell you, our young master Mo seems like he's going to work hard in the fields tonight," Ye Ling guffawed, teasing Mo Xing.

Mo Xing gritted his teeth, "You bastard, hogging all the good 'dishes' for yourself. What, we're not allowed to pick some 'wildflowers'?"

"Yeah, everyone says wildflowers smell so sweet. Young Master Mo, let's see if your body is all show and no substance," Xiao Hong giggled provocatively.

Mo Xing chuckled, feeling on top of the world, his nose eagerly sniffing the air.

"Delicious! Wildflowers really are something!" Mo Xing laughed heartily.

Meanwhile, Han Qingxin's face turned dark, "Young Master Mo, you're the son of Donghai City's secretary. Could you please pay attention to your image!"

Donghai City's secretary!

At this revelation, Xiao Hong's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. The man she was hugging had such a prestigious background!

Mu Ninghan too was somewhat taken aback; the inappropriate man her husband had brought along had such a significant background.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even though she often chatted with Shen Yuexin and had broadened her perspectives, facing Mo Xing directly still put her under pressure, after all, he was the Crown Prince of Donghai City, stronger than Liu Jie by half a notch.

"What young master? Forget about that. We came out to have fun and drink," Mo Xing said nonchalantly with a wave of his hand.

At that, Xiao Hong snuggled in even closer. This was the preeminent prodigal son! While she knew marrying into a wealthy family and transforming from a sparrow to a phoenix was unlikely, making him happy would give her enough clout to strut around Donghai City.

Han Qingxin shook her head, "I can't let Ye Ling hang out with him anymore, he's corrupting Ye Ling."

Hearing this, Mo Xing dramatically objected, "What are you talking about? Me, corrupting your Ye Ling? Are you joking with me?"

The group bantered and laughed with ease, drinking deeply, and soon everyone was slightly buzzed.

"Don't drink anymore; you'll get drunk. We should head home early and rest," Han Qingxin stopped Mo Xing and Ye Ling who were ready to continue drinking.

Ye Ling nodded, and Mo Xing agreed but then wrapped an arm around Xiao Hong and chuckled, "How about we go test whether my body is up to the mark?"

Xiao Hong hurriedly nodded—nonsense, who would refuse such an offer? This was every woman's desire. It seemed she'd have to serve this young master well tonight.

Mo Xing burst into laughter, stood up pulling Xiao Hong by the hand, and the group left their seats, heading outside.

But just as they reached a luxurious seating area nearby, suddenly a burly arm yanked Xiao Hong's arm and pulled her into his embrace.

"Tsk, tsk, little beauty, why don't you have some fun with brother tonight? The guy by your side is too skinny, like a monkey; come with me instead!" The speaking hulk had a face full of flesh, bare on the top, and a dragon tattoo sprawling over his shoulder.

Xiao Hong struggled, prompting laughter from seven or eight hulks as they gripped her even tighter.

Seeing this, Mo Xing was instantly enraged, "Let her go!"

"Eh, what's up, kid? You planning to stand up for her? Beat it, or else you'll regret it!" A hulk stood up, sneering menacingly.

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression turning cold, witnessing a bunch of blind fools.

Mu Ninghan's face darkened, unable to believe someone would stir trouble in the Imperial Dynasty Disco and even dare to take it up with Mo Xing; they were truly courting death.

"Gentlemen, please let go of Xiao Hong. Causing trouble inside the Imperial Dynasty Disco is prohibited," Mu Ninghan said with an icy voice.

The hulks burst out laughing, "Yo, what's up beauty? You planning on having a good time with us, too?"

"You're dressed oh-so-tasty; have you taken a liking to us? Don't worry, we'll make you feel real good tonight!"

"Haha! Right, big brother is spot on!"

Mu Ninghan's expression turned thoroughly grim; she lifted her slender leg and crashed it down towards the leading hulk.

With a slap, powerful and weighty, Mu Ninghan's leg smashed down, but the hulk sneered coldly, raising an arm and actually blocking her ferocious kick.

"Tsk, tsk, a practitioner, not bad, not bad, I like it!" he said. With a lift of his arm, he repelled Mu Ninghan.

Tap, tap, tap, the sound of dress shoes striking the floor, the hulk sneered, and his whole body leaped up, his fist smashing toward Mu Ninghan.

The punch whirred with intimidating force; if it landed, it would likely knock her out of the fight.

Mu Ninghan's face grew tense, about to retreat when suddenly a hand appeared in front of the man's incoming fist.

With a creak, the palm exerted great force, and the hulk's complexion changed drastically, pallor spreading across his face.

"Let go!" the hulk shouted feeling excruciating pain in his fist, kicking out towards Ye Ling.

Thud, Ye Ling's expression was stern as he clenched his other fist and slammed it towards the man's knee.

With a crack, the man fell to the ground, covering his leg and wailing.

Whoosh, whoosh, several other men drew handguns from their waists, pointing them at the heads of Ye Ling and the others.

At this moment, members of the Hongjing Association also rushed down, a good few dozen of them, surrounding these men.

The atmosphere became extremely tense; even the DJ, who was pumping up the crowd, stopped, and the other customers twisting in the dance pool were shocked into silence, not daring to make a sound.

"Kneel and admit your wrongs, I'll spare your lives!" Ye Ling said with a voice cold as ice, a killing intent sharp as a knife.