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The Vienna International Hotel stood as the largest hotel in Tongcheng. The floors were entirely paved with crystal, and the interior was adorned in a resplendent golden hue. At the entrance, there were dedicated bellhops and security personnel directing traffic, as vehicles flowed in like a tide. A glance revealed that most of them were luxury brands like Benz and BMW.
Amidst these high-end cars, a yellow-green taxi stood out awkwardly, resembling a shabby figure among a group of well-dressed elites in Armani suits.
The taxi door swung open, and Zuo Ci emerged, leading the disheveled Huang Yimeng out of the vehicle. The driver didn’t even look back as he sped away, not even bothering to collect the fare. The reason was clear: Huang Yimeng was covered in sticky clumps of flesh, giving her the appearance of a murderer.
The bellhop politely extended his gloved hand and said, "Sir, we cannot allow someone in such disarray to enter the Vienna!"
"I have a reservation!" Zuo Ci replied with a smile, lighting up a specially crafted cigarette. He exhaled a puff of smoke, and the bellhop inadvertently inhaled a bit of it. His eyes immediately went vacant, like a puppet, standing beside Zuo Ci.
"Take me to see your boss!" Zuo Ci commanded. The bellhop nodded mechanically and stiffly led the way.
Before they could step through the hotel’s main entrance, security personnel stopped them. "Are you blind, bellhop?" one of them exclaimed urgently as they blocked both the bellhop and Zuo Ci.
"Today is the day our boss is hosting distinguished guests; don’t do anything foolish!"
The bellhop remained silent, continuing to walk forward.
"I said you’re just a tool!" The security officer’s frustration boiled over as he reached to grab the bellhop by his collar.
"Oh? Your Vienna Hotel must not have high standards if even this beggar can sneak in," sneered an old woman with a sharp face dressed in a colorful shirt.
The security personnel looked at the old woman’s attire and muttered, "You’re even worse off than that young man."
The Old Woman sneered coldly, "I won't argue with you about guarding the door. Listen, today it's Guan Jintang looking for me. Don't waste time; if your boss comes down to question you, you'll be the one to suffer!"
"Guan Jintang?" Zuo Ci pondered for a moment, feeling as if he had met him before. Years ago, when he was just starting out, his first job was for this very Guan Jintang—the richest man in Tongcheng. At that time, he had spent six million to buy the lives of Huang Laodao and his disciples. Zuo Ci had used Xiang Tou Shu and Curse Technique to take the heads of over ten disciples of Huang Laodao, building his reputation.
With this thought, Zuo Ci smiled and said, "Young man, you can call your boss and tell him an old friend has come to visit. I’d like to have a smoke; my surname is Zuo."
The security personnel looked doubtful but still sought approval from above. Meanwhile, the Old Woman was not pleased at all. She blinked and coldly laughed at Zuo Ci, "Youngster, don’t think that just because you’ve practiced some Evil Practices and refined a body that’s neither human nor ghost, you can come here to take jobs. Your skills are still lacking!"
Zuo Ci frowned slightly. So it was Chumar Xian? He remembered the last time he encountered that fellow who worshipped the Wolf Immortal; their tone was quite similar—both were rather arrogant. It seemed like Chumar Xian was the most formidable in the entire country.
"Where do you get off?" Zuo Ci leaned closer to the Old Woman and whispered with a smirk, "Is Huang Xianjia's disciple not bringing along Huang Dou?"
The Old Woman's expression darkened immediately. "Young man, I advise you to think twice before speaking or acting!" Her pupils narrowed, and an invisible aura of malice surged forth.
This Huang Xian had quite a reputation, didn’t he?
Zuo Ci laughed heartily. "With so many mortals around here, do you really think this Chumar Xian can act recklessly? Aren't you afraid that your aura will harm ordinary people and ruin your path to immortality?"
"Hmph!" The Old Woman snorted coldly. "When the mountain doesn’t move, the water will shift. We Chumar Xian may not have much, but we have numbers. If you’re not convinced, how about we set a time to settle this?"
Zuo Ci chuckled. He turned slightly, causing his sleeves to flutter ominously. A face painted in dark green with a vivid red ghostly visage emerged from his sleeve and drifted nearby.
With a half-smile, Zuo Ci remarked, "I’ve heard that when Huang Jia Xian's disciples come out to play, the old immortal Flesh must be careful within a hundred miles. Just be cautious of your old immortal Flesh; don’t let any wild cats or dogs snatch him away!"
The old woman narrowed her eyes slightly. This young man certainly knew a lot!
At that moment, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a stern expression walked out of the Vienna Hotel. He approached Zuo Ci with quick steps and said respectfully, "Mr. Zuo, long time no see! Guan Boss's business is booming; it's quite impressive!"
"Not at all!" Zuo Ci replied with a smile.
Guan Boss shook his head with a wry smile. "No matter how big the business gets, what does it matter? Mr. Zuo knows the pain of Guan; let’s not mention it, let’s not mention it!"
Zuo Ci nodded in agreement.
Guan Boss continued, "My daughter managed to escape from Huang Laodao, but after enduring the torment of those Evil Masters, her mind is already in disarray. She can no longer live like a normal person."
"Let’s go inside and talk," Guan Jintang said, not even glancing at the old woman as he led Zuo Ci inside.
The old woman laughed in anger. "Guan Boss really has an air about him! You invite this young man in but leave me out? Do you look down on the Shanhaiguan's celestial hall?"
Only then did Guan Jintang seem surprised. "Who are you?"
"Zhao Xia!" the old woman replied coldly.
Her gaze turned icy as she added, "Aren't you supposed to be gathering extraordinary individuals from your circle to come to your home for consultations?"
Guan Jintang frowned slightly.
His manager, seemingly pondering something, whispered, "Aunt Zhao has quite a reputation in her circle; I specifically went to Shanhaiguan to invite her for this consultation!"
"Quite a reputation?" Guan Jintang shot a strange glance at Zuo Ci.
Zuo Ci squinted and said, "A guest is a guest; Guan Boss should invite this lady inside!"
How strange! Today, this Cao Juan Dao Ren was speaking unusually.
I am from Shanhaiguan's Chumar Xian; where can’t I go? Do I need this little practitioner of Evil Practices to introduce me? Zhao Xia laughed in anger.
It seems Guan has eyes but cannot see!
"Zhao Xianjia, please step inside for a discussion!" Guan Jintang said with an inconspicuous smile.
He caught a glimpse of Zuo Ci from the corner of his eye.
Zuo Ci appeared unfazed and simply smiled as he said, "Your senior's lesson is noted!"
Although he had no formal training, in the business world, who isn't a sharp player? I silently mourn for that so-called Popo Chuma. Why did he have to offend this particular person?
Guan Jintang, the richest man in Tongcheng, was actually quite superstitious about metaphysics. He had a skilled Fang Shi at home and was well aware of Zuo Ci's remarkable achievements in his circle.
Hmph! Zhao Xia sneered repeatedly as she passed by Zuo Ci. A gust of yellow wind swept through, blowing away all the tattered clothes from Huang Yimeng. If it weren't for her long hair, she would have been completely exposed!
Oh dear, this little girl is quite strange. Why does she have symbols all over her body? Could she have crawled out from a pile of corpses?
Zhao Xia thought to herself about Yin Yang Dao. Zuo Ci's eyes nearly squinted into slits. Those who knew him could tell that he was already very angry!
Guan Jintang immediately ordered his men to take off their suits and cover the vacant-eyed Huang Yimeng. From Zuo Ci's sleeves, four more figures with equally fierce expressions emerged, each bearing a Symbolic Ghost Face, and began to wander around.
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