Chapter 922: Chapter 922

Lin Chen turned his head and saw a man in a suit staring at him excitedly.

"Oh, it's you!" Lin Chen immediately recognized the man.

It turned out to be none other than Zhang Lan, the one who had bet with Elder Mu back then. Lin Chen had cured Zhang Lan's father of his paralysis.

Zhang Lan said excitedly, "Mr. Lin, my father's illness was cured by you. He's been talking about inviting you for a meal to properly thank you. I was just about to contact you, and here we are running into each other."

Lin Chen gave a faint smile. "You don't have to be so polite. It's a doctor's duty. I just happened to be there that day."

"No, no, if you don't agree, my father will certainly not forgive me," Zhang Lan shook his head repeatedly.

Just then, Wang Ning entered the hall with a group of second-generation elites.

"Wang Ning, isn't that your brother-in-law?" one of the rich second-gens teased beside him.

"Shut up. I don't have a brother-in-law like that," Wang Ning replied disdainfully.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "My God, Wang Ning, your brother-in-law actually has such a good relationship with the mayor!"

"That guy is the mayor of Zhonghai? No way," Wang Ning sneered.

"You're mistaken, Wang Ning. That man really is Mayor Zhang. My dad knows him well and even had dinner with him before," another rich second-gen chimed in.

Wang Ning's expression immediately froze in shock. After all, Zhang Lan was the mayor of Zhonghai City, a figure far beyond the reach of these rich and government elites.

Seeing Mayor Zhang and Lin Chen chatting so warmly, the group of young elites, who had just been mocking Lin Chen, stood there stunned, their faces blank with astonishment.

Lin Chen exchanged a few more pleasantries with Zhang Lan before heading to the private room with Wang Zixuan.

"Lin Chen, you know Mayor Zhang personally?" Wang Zixuan asked, her face full of disbelief.

"He's the mayor?" Lin Chen was taken aback.

Wang Zixuan rolled her eyes at him. "You seemed so familiar with him just now. Don't tell me you didn't even know what he does."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Lin Chen replied, "Honestly, if you hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have known he's the mayor."

But even if the other person was the mayor, Lin Chen didn't think much of it. After all, with his popularity system, as Xiao Shuai had said, he was destined to stand at the pinnacle of the world in the future.

"You really are something else," Wang Zixuan said with a helpless shake of her head.

When the two of them entered the private room, a group of girls were already eagerly waiting.

Lin Chen took a seat, surrounded by these beautiful women, feeling a sudden overwhelming sense of happiness.

Life —it's even better than being an emperor!

After all, every one of these girls possessed breathtaking beauty.

Raising his glass with a smile, Lin Chen declared, "Ladies, tonight's dinner is on me. First, to welcome Xiaohua, and second, to thank all of you for your efforts over this time. Your hard work has secured us this hard-earned championship."

The girls were deeply moved. Indeed, during their practice of Lin Chen's Formation over the past period, they had endured countless hardships. Yet, every one of them had gritted their teeth and persevered, showcasing a determination that ordinary people could scarcely imagine.

Amid the laughter and chatter, they drained their glasses in one go.

The happy atmosphere led the girls to drink red wine, and as the only man there, Lin Chen naturally drank the most.

The girls seemed to have planned it in advance, taking turns "attacking" Lin Chen with drinks.

But now that Lin Chen had reached the Divine Meridian Stage, he wouldn't get drunk even after a thousand cups.

Soon, the meal shifted into casual conversation, but the girls mostly discussed topics unique to women, leaving Lin Chen feeling slightly out of place.

At this moment, his ears twitched, and he said, "Ladies, keep eating. I'll step out for a moment."

As soon as Lin Chen exited the private room, he noticed two groups of people gathered not far away.

Each person was dressed in luxury brands, their faces radiating smugness.

Lin Chen immediately spotted Wang Ning standing at the forefront of one group.

Opposite him was a tall young man exuding icy disdain, glaring at Wang Ning.

Wang Ning, his face filled with rage, demanded, "Wu Fei, what do you mean by this? I clearly booked this private room in advance. How dare you take it?"

"Why? Because I'm the second young master of the Wu family. Go ask around—does your Wang family still hold any status or position in Zhonghai? Dare to flaunt before me? Let me tell you, this private room is mine tonight," Wu Fei declared domineeringly.

"Damn it, I'll cripple you!" Wang Ning, face dark with Evil Qi, stepped forward, ready to strike.

Wu Fei snorted coldly, and a sudden oppressive aura spilled from him.

Wang Ning faltered mid-step, his face changing drastically. "Impossible—Cloud Sea Stage?"

Wu Fei smirked smugly. "Come on then, kid! Isn't that what you wanted?"

At that moment, a portly man in a suit rushed over hurriedly. Seeing the stand-off, his face instantly paled.

"Please, calm down, gentlemen. Both of you are prominent young masters in Zhonghai, seeing each other often. Is it worth it to fight over such a minor matter?"

Guo Liang, the manager of the Ronghua Club, forced a smile as he addressed them.

He was aware that both Wang Ning and Wu Fei came from extraordinary family backgrounds, and offending either side would mean trouble.

"Manager Guo, I booked this private room a week ago. Why was it given to Wu Fei?" Wang Ning demanded angrily.

Guo Liang looked awkward and hesitated briefly.

While both young masters were influential among Zhonghai's elites, the Wu family's power was undoubtedly greater.

Finally making up his mind, Guo Liang said, "Young Master Wang, I truly apologize. Even though you reserved this private room, Young Master Wu also took a liking to it. If they insist on claiming it, there's not much we can do. Let's compromise—there's another table that will soon be vacant. Once they're done, we'll service you immediately."

"What? Why? We booked first—why should we yield to them?" Wang Ning shouted angrily.

"Why?" Wu Fei sneered. "Because my Wu family is Zhonghai's top family. Kid, don't act tough in front of me. You're far beneath my level."

"Exactly. Wang Ning doesn't even know his own limits and dares to challenge Young Master Wu. It's just embarrassing," chimed in someone from the crowd.

Hearing the murmurs around him, Wang Ning's face grew darker, and his clenched fists cracked audibly.

He pointed at Wu Fei and spat, "Fine. You just wait."

However, before he could leave, Wu Fei suddenly sneered. "Hold on, did I say you could go?"

Wang Ning, seething with rage, glared at Wu Fei. "I've already given up the private room. What more do you want?"

"Kneel and apologize. Only then will I let this matter go," Wu Fei said coldly.

"Wu Fei, don't push your luck!" Wang Ning growled, his voice trembling with anger.