Chapter 569
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Chapter 569: She Really Isn’t Cold Xun Shuang!?
Both sides have supporters, with roughly equal numbers.
Gu Rong sat with his hands clasped, supporting his chin, his face gloomy as he remained silent.
At this moment, Wu Yongming raised his hand, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
“Let’s hear the chairman’s opinion,” Wu Yongming said.
Gu Rong took a deep breath, sat up straight, and said, “I’ve heard everyone’s thoughts, and both sides have valid points.”
“Now let me share my own thoughts.”
“I’m focused on just one thing: that agreement was not signed with my consent! This is something I simply cannot accept!”
With these words from Gu Rong, everyone present knew he was inclined to confront Fang Yu and recover their losses.
In the row of seats on the left sat a stunningly beautiful woman.
This woman was Yu Ruobing from the Yu Group.
Yu Ruobing hadn’t spoken yet, but upon hearing Gu Rong’s statement, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
She had just learned that the person who forced Gu Rong to sign that agreement was Fang Yu, the same person who had previously saved her and Chen Xiangwen’s lives.
“I know many of you here are wary of Fang Yu’s strength and think it’s best to let the matter rest to avoid danger,” Gu Rong continued. “I agree with this perspective to some extent. Indeed, personal safety is always the most important consideration.”
“But what if I told you that I’ve already found a master stronger than Fang Yu to help our Xiangcheng Business Association seek justice… what would you think?”
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed.
“Chairman Gu, is this true? Fang Yu defeated the Chen family’s martial arts prodigy…” someone questioned.
Gu Rong didn’t respond. He stood up, walked to the conference room door, and opened it.
Outside stood an elderly man wearing a gray robe!
This old man had white hair tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, and with the clothes he wore, he didn’t look like a modern person at all.
However, when he walked into the conference room, everyone could feel the air becoming heavy, and a mysterious pressure appeared.
“This is Yi Duanliu, Master Yi. His disciple, Mr. Long Quan, was severely injured by Fang Yu and remains unconscious… Master Yi has come to avenge Mr. Long Quan! He will make Fang Yu kneel at Mr. Long Quan’s bedside to beg for forgiveness!” Gu Rong announced loudly.
Applause erupted in the conference room.
They were mere mortals, unable to discern Yi Duanliu’s true strength.
But judging from his demeanor, Master Yi had an otherworldly aura that made him seem extraordinary.
Moreover, he was Mr. Long Quan’s master!
This identity alone was enough to demonstrate his power!
After seeing Yi Duanliu, many who had previously thought it best not to provoke Fang Yu changed their minds.
With a powerful expert on their side, they no longer needed to fear Fang Yu!
“Master Yi, do you have anything to say?” Gu Rong asked with utmost respect.
Yi Duanliu swept his gaze across the room, and everyone who met his eyes felt a shudder, their hands and feet turning cold.
“When can I meet Fang Yu?” Yi Duanliu withdrew his gaze and asked Gu Rong.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it contained an inexplicable authority that instilled fear.
“Tang Mingde is currently in Nandu. I will invite him to a banquet and ask him to bring Fang Yu… if all goes well, you should be able to meet Fang Yu tonight,” Gu Rong answered.
“Good, make it quick. I don’t have much time,” Yi Duanliu said before turning and walking out of the conference room.
After he left, the pressure in the room dissipated, and many people sighed in relief.
“Now, does anyone still have objections?” Gu Rong asked, hands pressed against the table.
“No!” the vast majority of the association members responded in unison.
“Tonight, you can all attend the banquet and witness Master Yi restore the reputation of our Xiangcheng Business Association… of course, the scene might be a bit bloody, so those with weak stomachs may choose not to come,” Gu Rong said with a vicious smile.
Yu Ruobing sat in her chair, her expression troubled.
…
After losing eight games in a row, Lin Batian slapped the chessboard to the ground.
He was furious. Each time he was so close to winning, just one or two moves away, but then he would make a mistake and be countered by Fang Yu.
Fang Yu sat on the sofa, drinking a freshly brewed cup of tea.
“Aren’t we being too leisurely now? We’ve lost the trail on Purple Flame Palace, your little attendant has disappeared, and there’s trouble with this building…” Lin Batian said, walking to Fang Yu’s side.
“While playing chess with you, I was actually thinking about these issues the whole time, but you didn’t notice,” Fang Yu said.
“…Are you saying you could easily beat me even while multitasking?” Lin Batian asked through gritted teeth.
“No, beating you doesn’t require any brainpower at all,” Fang Yu said calmly.
Lin Batian was so angry his chest nearly burst, but there was nothing he could do.
He hadn’t won a single game against Fang Yu, so he had no grounds to talk back.
“So have you figured anything out? My willpower is already quite depleted, and I can only maintain this state for less than half a month,” Lin Batian said with fierce eyes. “I must personally kill some of those Purple Flame Palace remnants to vent my anger!”
Fang Yu looked at Lin Batian and shook his head, saying, “I haven’t thought of a solution yet.”
Shortly after their conversation, Fang Yu’s phone rang.
It was Ji Rumei calling.
“Mr. Fang, are you currently in Nandu?” Ji Rumei’s soft, pleasant voice came through.
“Yes, I’m at home. What’s the matter?” Fang Yu asked.
“The Xiangcheng Business Association wants to treat us to a meal to apologize for the unpleasantness during the last negotiation… Gu Rong specifically mentioned inviting you to join us…” Ji Rumei said.
“Xiangcheng Business Association?” Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Do you think we should go, Mr. Fang? Mr. Tang and I discussed it, and since the agreement has been signed, it might be good to let them save some face…” Ji Rumei said.
During the previous negotiation, Fang Yu had shown his dominance, and even when Zhao Jidao, the chairman of the Xiangcheng Martial Arts Association, arrived, he treated Fang Yu with utmost respect.
Under these circumstances, Tang Mingde and Ji Rumei believed that Gu Rong’s invitation this time couldn’t possibly have any ulterior motives.
But Fang Yu thought differently.
He felt that Gu Rong must have some backing to be so bold with this invitation, even specifically naming him to attend.
“I can go. What time?” Fang Yu asked.
“Tonight at 7:00 PM, at the Nandu Hotel. The timing might be a bit urgent, I hope it doesn’t interfere with your plans,” Ji Rumei said apologetically.
“It’s fine, just pick me up when it’s time,” Fang Yu said before hanging up.
It was now 5:27 PM.
“I need to attend a banquet tonight. Do you want to come?” Fang Yu asked.
“Don’t even ask such questions. I left Mount Qiankun to explore the world,” Lin Batian said.
“Alright, but remember, later you might see a woman. You’ll be shocked, but I hope your reaction won’t be too extreme. Because she truly has no connection to the person you’re thinking of,” Fang Yu said.
Fang Yu’s words left Lin Batian confused. “Who exactly is this person?” he asked.
“You’ll know when you see her,” Fang Yu replied.
At 6:30 PM, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Fang Yu and Lin Batian didn’t take the elevator but instead leaped down from the nineteenth floor to the entrance of the residential complex.
A stretched luxury car was parked at the entrance.
The door opened, and Ji Rumei, wearing an evening gown with light makeup on her exquisite face, stepped out of the car. She gave Fang Yu an enchanting smile, bowed slightly, and said softly, “Good evening, Mr. Fang.”
Fang Yu showed no reaction, but Lin Batian beside him stood frozen in place.
He stared directly at Ji Rumei’s face without blinking.
Ji Rumei also noticed this unfamiliar man next to Fang Yu.
Sensing his unwavering gaze, Ji Rumei smiled and asked, “Is this Mr. Fang’s friend? I haven’t met him before.”
“His name is Lin Batian, an old friend of mine,” Fang Yu patted Lin Batian’s shoulder, signaling him to stay calm.
“She, she really isn’t Leng Xunshuang!?” Lin Batian turned his head, staring at Fang Yu with wide eyes, using his energy to transmit his voice.
