Chapter 151: Chapter 151

Tonight, Holy Angel Bar, the entire security detail mobilized.

Decked in suits and fully armed, they imposed martial law in every direction within a three-mile radius centered on Holy Angel Bar.

Without a special pass or an invitation, no one was allowed to proceed.

About a quarter of an hour.

The car stopped at the entrance of Holy Angel Bar, and the waiter stationed at the door respectfully opened the vehicle’s door.

Zhang Xiaohao got out, Cheng Qingsu naturally hooked his arm.

"Sir, please come this way," a female server said respectfully.

"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded and, along with Cheng Qingsu, followed behind her into the foyer, heading toward the elevator.

"Huh! Something’s not right, why do I detect a faint scent of blood here?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered to himself.

His Soul Power stirred, sweeping outwards from him to the surroundings.

"Strange? How could there be nothing? My sixth sense can’t possibly be mistaken, was it really just an illusion?" Zhang Xiaohao muttered, puzzled.

Just as he was about to retract his Soul Power, he felt a faint smell of blood from underground.

It was faint, but it was definitely there.

Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes brightened, as he controlled his Soul Power, probing downwards.

Just as he reached the underground parking garage and prepared to extend further down, his Soul Power touched an Array and created a slight ripple on its surface.

"An Array specifically designed to block the probing of Soul Power? Could there really be some unspeakable secret hidden below?" he thought to himself.

"Sir, please follow me, this is the elevator that goes directly to the eighteenth floor dinner," the female server said.

Zhang Xiaohao, with his arms around Cheng Qingsu’s slender and soft waist, pretending to be a couple deep in affection, pecked her ear then said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Something’s wrong here, be careful later."

Cheng Qingsu was startled, and with a hint of annoyance, she gave Zhang Xiaohao a sidelong glance and entered the elevator, arm in arm with him.

They reached the eighteenth floor.

"Please show your invitations," eight men in suits demanded at the elevator doors, the lead enforcer speaking sternly.

Zhang Xiaohao pulled out two invitations from his pocket and handed them over. After the enforcer carefully checked them, he said, "It’s my duty, apologies! Please, right this way."

With that, he respectfully cleared the way.

Zhang Xiaohao, with his arm around Cheng Qingsu’s delicate and supple waist, entered the banquet hall.

By this time, quite a few people were already inside the banquet hall.

Upon seeing Zhang Xiaohao and Cheng Qingsu arrive together, a group of men’s eyes lit up, emitting twin flames of desire, their burning gazes fixed intently on Cheng Qingsu.

Cheng Qingsu was naturally beautiful, with an S-shaped figure akin to a devil’s and matched by a face as stunning as a fairy’s.

Moreover, for the banquet tonight, she had specifically chosen a moon-white evening gown, revealing her jade-white shoulders and lotus-root-like arms, which glinted with the bright luster of natural crystal balls.

A blond young man, holding a glass of red wine, swaggered over.

He haughtily sized up Zhang Xiaohao and saw that Xiaohao was dressed in clothes that were nothing more than "street stall goods," which altogether didn’t cost more than a few thousand US dollars, and he showed undisguised disdain as he held his head high.

"Kid, hold my wine for me." Without even looking at Xiaohao, he casually passed over his glass, while his lecherous eyes wandered over Cheng Qingsu’s body.

Cheng Qingsu let out a soft laugh, but far from getting angry, she pressed her delicate body even closer to Xiaohao’s.

Seeing Cheng Qingsu’s action, the desire in the blond young man’s eyes grew stronger, and he thought disdainfully, such a top-notch woman, spoiled by this "stinky beggar," was simply a waste!

Consequently, his gaze toward Xiaohao turned even colder.

"Heh." Xiaohao smiled faintly and took the wine glass he was handed.

Seeing Xiaohao’s action, the blond young man’s disdain was even more apparent on his face.

"You little brat, get lost! I’ve taken a liking to your girl, and I’ll borrow her tonight for a few rounds." The blond young man declared arrogantly.

Xiaohao splashed the red wine on his face, then roughly smashed the glass against it.

He kicked up his foot and sent the man flying out.

"Watch your damn mouth, or you won’t even know how you died when the time comes," Xiaohao said indifferently.

His icy stare swept over the people in the hall. Seeing his sharp gaze and recalling his recent action, everyone’s heart unconsciously tightened, and they quickly averted their gazes.

Struggling to get up from the ground, the blond young man spat out a mouthful of blood.

"For me to fancy your woman is your damn good fortune, you yellow-skinned monkey! You actually dare to resist and hit me! I’m telling you, you’re dead meat! I’ll not only play with your woman, but I’ll also do it right in front of you, riding her hard! Someone, take this yellow-skinned monkey down for me," the blond young man roared in anger.

"If I knew you were such trash, I would have shot you on the wall in the first place, so you wouldn’t end up betraying your ancestors! You’re a disgrace to me, your grandfather," Xiaohao cursed.

"What do you mean?" The blond young man was baffled.

Even though Xiaohao cursed him in English, the language of Great Huaxia is broad and profound, and it would take him quite a while to grasp the insults to his ancestors.

"Fuck! Yellow-skinned monkey, you dare to curse me! Do you know who I am?" the blond young man raged.

"Is your head kicked by a donkey? I’m your grandfather, your mother was fucked by me, your grandmother was fucked by me, you’re my obedient grandson, how would I not know who you are? And why wouldn’t I dare to curse you? Fuck your mom!" Xiaohao said.

"I’m so pissed off! You still dare to curse me, do you really think I’m as soft as clay, to be bullied as you wish?" the blond young man shouted furiously.

Xiaohao sneered and released his arm from around Cheng Qingsu, then walked over with a cold laugh.

"White Dog, you got it bang on! Your grandfather really did treat you like a pile of mud, to be kneaded however I wish!" Xiaohao berated.

With a flick of his hands, he slapped him across the face, left and right, the smacking sounds echoing loudly.

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