Chapter 895: Chapter 895

After sending Qiu Yong and others back to their rooms, Ling Chen remembered his appointment with Nanrong Wanqing and didn’t dare to waste time at the base. He immediately drove to Hongyu Group.

At the end of the workday, Ling Chen accompanied Nanrong Wanqing in a Rolls-Royce, heading straight to Wealthy Manor.

Back at the Nanrong Family, to attend tonight’s banquet, Nanrong Wanqing had specially ordered an evening dress. Ling Chen wasn’t as particular, simply changing into a suit and sitting in the living room, waiting for Nanrong Wanqing to get ready.

At that moment, Nanrong Hao walked in from outside. Seeing only Ling Chen in the living room, Nanrong Hao hurried to his side and whispered, "Brother Chen, Zhao Zhengxiong has sent a reply."

"Really?" Ling Chen asked, "What did he say?"

Calculating the time, the deadline of a day was almost up, Zhao Zhengxiong should indeed be responding.

Nanrong Hao said in a deep voice, "He didn’t say anything, just had people smash several of Hao’s venues. Hao just called me, saying more than twenty people were sent to the hospital. Moreover, those venues are now controlled by Zhao Zhengxiong’s men. Brother Chen, Zhao Zhengxiong is determined to oppose us. I say there’s no need to endure any longer, let’s directly take action against him."

"Zhao Zhengxiong does have some guts, daring to challenge me." Ling Chen pondered for a moment, then instructed, "Haozi, tell Jiang Hao that since Zhao Zhengxiong isn’t considering our past ties, we don’t need to hold back anymore. Starting today, have people sweep all of Zhao Zhengxiong’s venues. I want to see just how strong Zhao Zhengxiong’s wings are."

After a pause, Ling Chen continued, "Haozi, let Jiang Hao first explore Zhao Zhengxiong’s background. You don’t get involved for now, if Jiang Hao can’t handle it, then you step in to help."

"Alright, I’ll head out then." After speaking, Nanrong Hao quickly walked towards the door.

Before Nanrong Hao left, Ling Chen suddenly stopped him, saying, "Remember, don’t go overboard, fight if necessary, but don’t cause any fatalities. I don’t want anything happening to you."

"Don’t worry, Brother Chen, it’s not the first time we’ve done this."

Watching Nanrong Hao leave, Ling Chen thought for a moment, then took out his newly bought phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

At 7:30 in the evening, Nanrong Wanqing, holding Ling Chen’s arm, left the Nanrong Family and headed by Rolls-Royce to the location of the banquet.

To emphasize her importance towards this banquet, Nanrong Wanqing dressed lavishly, donning a snow-white evening gown exposing her shoulders slightly, with a bright pearl gemstone around her neck, highlighting her fair skin.

Her smooth hair flowed down her shoulders, with a decorative clip on the top bun, gleaming and dazzling under the lights.

Nanrong Wanqing’s beauty doesn’t need much description. Everyone in East Sea City knows she is a flower of East Sea City, unmatched in beauty.

Usually, Nanrong Wanqing dresses elegantly. Even so, her charm is undeniable. Tonight, Nanrong Wanqing specifically dressed up, with light makeup making her even more radiant and breathtakingly beautiful.

Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing arrived at the venue on time.

The accompanying security personnel were only Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui since Ling Chen was accompanying Nanrong Wanqing, so extensive security wasn’t necessary.

Getting out of the car, Ling Chen looked around, slightly amazed by the luxurious banquet.

The Ling Family chose the private estate for the banquet location, and for tonight’s event, they had started renovating it a half month ago, aiming for perfection.

In the past, upper society usually chose Yulong Mansion for nighttime events; it’s universally recognized as a grand venue. But the Ling Family’s renovated private estate surpasses Yulong Mansion in luxury, filled with opulence everywhere.

No wonder they’re wealthy!

Ling Chen thought to himself. Across Huaxia, it’s unlikely anyone is wealthier than the Ling Family. Over the years, through the God Organization, the Ling Family has amassed a hidden fortune.

Although Ling Chen hasn’t precisely calculated, from the confidential documents he obtained, it’s guessable this wealth adds up to a staggering figure.

Whenever thinking of this, Ling Chen feels that 1.5 billion US Dollars was too little.

In contemplation, Ling Chen walked with Nanrong Wanqing towards the private estate.

After presenting their invitation and after repeated confirmations by door security, Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing were finally welcomed inside by a server.

Due to the banquet’s restrictions on security escorts, Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui couldn’t enter together. Fortunately, the host had considered this issue, constructing a temporary lounge outside the estate in advance, where dedicated staff would attend to these security personnel.

Entering the estate, Ling Chen followed Nanrong Wanqing’s steps, observing the surrounding environment.

After all, this is the Ling Family’s territory, he needed to be cautious.

As they walked, guests occasionally approached Nanrong Wanqing to greet her, being the chairman of Hongyu Group and the flower of East Sea City, her reputation was undoubtedly significant. Some guests unfamiliar with Nanrong Wanqing were drawn by her fame to greet her and hoped to make her acquaintance.

"Miss Nanrong, hello, we meet again."

At this moment, a voice sounded from the crowd.

Ling Chen focused his gaze, and his expression immediately changed. The speaker was none other than that old fellow Yang He.

Unexpectedly, he also came to attend tonight’s banquet.

Of course, Yang He, having links with the God Organization, would definitely be here for the Ling Family’s banquet.

Seeing Yang He appear, Nanrong Wanqing smiled slightly, courteously greeting, "Mr. Yang, long time no see. You’re still as hale as ever."

"I’m lucky. If it wasn’t for narrowly escaping once, I’m afraid this old life wouldn’t have lasted. Mr. Ling, don’t you agree?"

Yang He switched the conversation to Ling Chen, a glint in his old eyes.

Ling Chen replied neutrally, "That’s unfortunate, wouldn’t it be better if you were dead? You’d suffer a lot less afterward."

Hearing Ling Chen’s retort, Yang He’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, sneering, "Rest assured, even if you die, I’d still live well and for a long time."

"Really? But as far as I know, your good days are numbered. Old Man Yang, there’s an old saying, revenge will come eventually. Just wait!"

"You..." Yang He cooled, about to speak in anger. But before his words emerged, a burst of hearty laughter reached their ears.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Ling, Miss Nanrong, what are you discussing?"

Following the voice, Ling Chen saw a middle-aged man in a suit stride over.

Seeing this man, Yang He’s old face immediately brightened with a smile, "Ling Shen, you’re finally out."

Ling Chen squinted, realizing he was the host of tonight’s banquet.