After confirming the location, Lu Ding floored the accelerator all the way to Iron Mountain without slowing down. The vehicle came to a stop. Lu Ding stepped out, looking up at the nightclub called M4. He asked An Wuyang beside him: "Are you coming in with me or waiting here?" "I'll go with you. Learn how you handle things." That sounded quite pleasant to the ears. Lu Ding smiled as he took off his sunglasses and jerked his head: "Follow me." "What does that mean?" His words instantly made Lu Ding feel like the energetic car music had abruptly switched to "Grandpa is Daddy's Daddy." "We're supposed to be White Eagle officers stationed in Weigao now. Couldn't you have at least studied up a bit before coming? If you can't even understand basic foreign language, our cover will be blown immediately." He raised both hands: "Let's just go home, okay?" An Wuyang looked somewhat embarrassed: "I'll study, I'll study right away. Learn by doing. I learned Weigao language - never expected I'd need White Eagle's tongue too." Following Lu Ding's lead, before they could even enter, someone asked for tickets, saying there was some event inside today. Lu Ding pulled out his military ID and slapped it directly on the man's face: "Scram!" Find the newest release on ⓝovelFire.net The man took one look - ho! A White Eagle garrison officer. After scrutinizing Lu Ding's yellow skin and black hair, suspicion flickered in his eyes. Before he could voice any doubts, Lu Ding raised his hand threateningly: "The fuck you looking at?" The man actually smiled instead of getting angry: "Please come in, please." Watching this, An Wuyang thought Lu Ding was being rather crude. He stepped forward himself, producing his military ID. Another security guard looked up at An Wuyang, his eyes reflecting the man's polite smile. The guard's face instantly turned stern: "Fuck it! You little bastard trying to fool me with fake credentials? Do you even know what place this is? Get lost!" "Wait, we both have yellow skin and black hair. Why can he enter but not me?" Pointing at Lu Ding's retreating back, he was utterly baffled. The guard sneered: "Yeah, same skin same hair, but your aura's different from his." "You judge authenticity by aura now?" Seeing his stubbornness, the guard stepped forward: "I can't guarantee he's real, but I can't say he's fake either." "And that leather jacket of his is worth tens of millions in Weigao currency. You in your knockoff outfit think you can compare to a noble White Eagle garrison officer?" An Wuyang looked down at his baseball jacket. He'd clearly worn an expensive suit earlier!!! Just as the guard was losing patience, Lu Ding walked back out. "He's with me. Got a problem with that?" The guard immediately put on an obsequious smile: "No no no, wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare. Please come in, honored guests." Frowning, An Wuyang stepped forward, then turned back to slap the man hard across the face. "You sniveling servant! Judging people by appearances!" The guard didn't dare speak, only watching as Lu Ding and An Wuyang walked away. An Wuyang fumed: "I really need to learn from you. These people - politeness is wasted on them. Bunch of ungrateful wretches." Without turning his head, Lu Ding said: "This isn't our territory anymore. Why humor these people?" The usher turned back, bowing low: "Yes sir? Your orders?" Lu Ding scanned the area: "Where's your second floor?" "The second floor..." The usher hesitated since they hadn't bought tickets. Lu Ding made a questioning sound. He immediately changed tune: "Second floor's this way!" Another vivid demonstration. An Wuyang chuckled to himself. The Great Jing Dynasty fell long ago. What use was his princely status now? Why was he still putting on airs? Following the path to the second floor, music filled their ears. Lu Ding scanned the private rooms, asking the usher: "Which room is Kim Jun-myeong in?" a young man passing by with his arm around a girl turned to look: "Jun-myeong? You mean Jun-myeong?" No need to ask further. Lu Ding reached out directly, grabbing the man by the throat: "Take me to him." "Fuck it! Let go! Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? My father owns Blue Light Pharmaceu-" His head made intimate contact with the wall. Blood trickled down his temple. Lu Ding's voice came: "Which room?" Gritting his teeth in pain, the young man pointed: "J-just... up ahead..." a dozen or so shapely girls swayed to the music, while seven or eight young men laughed boisterously, their eyes roaming over those alluring figures. Kim Jun-myeong sat among them. A sinister-looking youth beside him lowered his posture: "Young Master Jun-myeong, about my earlier proposal - having our Black Tiger Society support your climb up the ranks. Have you considered it?" The Tianxing Group's status in Weigao needed no explanation. Any blood descendant of the current ruler, no matter how mediocre, would find backers. Though there were only three heir slots, even unsuccessful candidates could secure important positions if they performed well. The only risk was potentially dying in the struggle - but high risk, high reward. The Black Tiger Society was one of many Qi Refiner factions making investments, and among the stronger ones. Kim Jun-myeong pondered. He understood the value of his Tianxing Group lineage. So he wasn't rushed: "While your Black Tiger Society has strength, your offerings remain insufficient. I see no sincerity, therefore-" Before he could finish, Lu Ding entered, casually tossing aside his "voluntary" guide before pointing: "I'll support you!" The sudden development caught everyone off guard. The Black Tiger Society youth stood: "Today is for Black Tiger Society's negotiations with Young Master Jun-myeong! Who the hell are you to interfere!?" Lu Ding's nictitating membranes slid open as [Direct Gaze Eye] activated silently. A strange distortion warped the light. The youth exploded violently, blood and gore splattering everywhere. Screams erupted throughout the room. An Wuyang released his aura, suppressing everyone: "Quiet!" Kim Jun-myeong sat frozen, wiping warm blood from his face, Lu Ding walked over and sat beside him, picking up a clean glass to pour a drink: "From what I know, your situation isn't great. Among all the bloodline descendants, you're middling at best - practically bottom tier." "So I'll support you. I'll put you in an heir position. How's that sound?" The terrified Kim Jun-myeong felt like he was hearing some joke. As if it were that easy. He knew his own limitations. Making him heir? Preposterous. His laugh eased some of the fear. He realized - no matter how fierce this stranger acted, this was Weigao. He bore the Tianxing ruler's blood. No one would dare kill him here. Regaining composure, he looked at Lu Ding: "I don't know who you are or where you get your confidence. But currently, I see no cooperative attitude from you. Understand?" As he spoke, oblivious to the change in Lu Ding's eyes, he actually reached to wipe his bloody hand on Lu Ding's leather jacket. His wrist was caught. Faster than lightning, a solid liquor bottle smashed over his head. Blood mixed with alcohol streamed down. "What the fuck are you pretending to be!?" "Watched too many movies? Trying to act tough with me!?" Kim Jun-myeong's arm was instantly crushed in Lu Ding's grip. sharp bone fragments pierced through flesh, gleaming white. Lu Ding stood, planting a foot on his chest: "Either we talk properly, or we don't. Daring to wipe blood on my jacket? Who do you think you're pretending to be - the godfather?" Increasing pressure, audible cracks of breaking ribs sounded. Pain drove Kim Jun-myeong to madness. His Tianxing lineage gave him courage to shriek: "You dare hit me!! You dare!! You're dead!! Just wait!! I'm of the Tianxing ruler's bloodline!! I'll skin you alive, you bastard!!!" Four more chapters today. Please keep the updates coming.