He guessed correctly.
No wonder they knew he was brought by Ning Lang and were immediately hostile.
It turned out to be the son of Old Ghost of Xicheng.
"When the beam above is crooked, the beam below will be crooked. Looking at you, Old Ghost is probably not much better," Li Zhonglou retorted fearlessly.
Want him to kneel?
This pink young man, how many heads did he grow?
So what if he's an old ghost? The more debts, the less worry; the more lice, the less itching.
Yong'an already has Li Hanlong, and that unknown great figure surnamed Huang, and now a great figure for money laundering has been added.
He didn't care about adding an old ghost.
Moreover, if it weren't for this guy, how could Xu Qianqian have been forced by loan sharks twice?
Zhang Dongxu was just a tool, the real culprit was this old ghost who extended his reach all the way to Qin Zhou.
If he didn't come to find him, he would find him someday.
Everyone present immediately changed their expressions upon hearing this.
Hiss...
Some bystanders who were closer gasped and stared at Li Zhonglou in disbelief.
"This kid is lawless, daring to speak to Old Ghost like that..."
"Old Ghost has been entrenched in Yong'an for over a decade, and several major crackdowns couldn't get rid of him. His influence is deeply rooted and spread across multiple fields. Today, he was insulted by a young man!"
"And in front of his son. Judging by the temper of Old Ghost's son, this kid is in for trouble."
"I seem to remember that kid was brought by Ning Lang. Now there's a good show to watch."
...
Everyone present was a celebrity in Yong'an's upper society. Invited by the Ginza Old Man to enter the antique circle, their vision and status were self-evident.
Even if they hadn't met Old Ghost and Ning Lang, they had heard of them.
For a moment, they all showed schadenfreude.
Although the underground forces in Yong'an seemed calm on the surface over the years, they were turbulent underneath.
The two major factions were constantly in conflict, but it was not openly declared.
This time, the conflict was brought directly into the open.
One was Old Ghost's own son, and the other was a subordinate brought by Ning Lang.
The difference in importance was obvious.
Even if Ning Lang came, would he openly go to war with Old Ghost for a lame subordinate?
It was impossible.
As long as he wasn't out of his mind, he wouldn't make such a foolish choice.
"You dead cripple, you've already touched my bottom line," the pink youth's expression twisted, his orchid finger almost pointing at Li Zhonglou's nose, and he yelled, "I'll give you three seconds to think."
"If you don't kneel and confess immediately, Ning Lang can't save you!"
His subordinates behind him were all rubbing their fists and showing fierce expressions.
In an instant, the atmosphere reached its peak, with swords drawn and bows bent.
Li Zhonglou looked at the pink youth, his eyes gradually turning cold.
He was brought by Ning Lang, and his original purpose today was to familiarize himself with the style and scale of Yong'an's antique circle, in preparation for opening his shop later.
He didn't expect someone to cause trouble.
He didn't want to cause trouble, but he certainly wasn't afraid of it.
If the pink youth dared to act pretentious again, he would only be able to beat him until he bloomed with peach blossoms.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three..."
The pink youth counted each second more heavily than the last. After counting to three, he waved his hand forcefully.
Immediately, his subordinates, who had already been unable to hold back, leaped out in unison and pressed towards Li Zhonglou.
"Seeking death," Li Zhonglou's eyes flashed with cold light.
He was preparing to give these people a good slap.
Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted: "Stop, who dares to move!"
"It's Ning Lang," many people turned their heads at the sound and shouted.
"Brother Lang is here, full of spirit, just like in the old days..."
Ning Lang, with a deep expression, strode towards Li Zhonglou.
He was completely different from his usual cheerful and easygoing demeanor in front of Li Zhonglou.
A hidden killing intent flickered in his brows.
His every move was like a powerful tiger and wind.
His face was expressionless, imposing without being angry.
Wherever his gaze swept, no one dared to meet his eyes, and they all involuntarily lowered their heads.
Who would dare to underestimate a generation's overlord!
Even the subordinates of the pink youth changed their expressions upon seeing Ning Lang's arrival and dared not move.
When the person was not present, they were aggressive, but when the person actually arrived, it was a different scene.
After all, this Brother Lang had broken through the chaotic and disordered state of Yong'an with his own fists and feet, forcing Old Ghost all the way to Xicheng.
It was rumored that if it weren't for the intervention of a great figure, Old Ghost's grave would have been covered with grass a yard high.
Such a ruthless person, even after years of dormancy, how many would dare to provoke him?
"Ning Lang, why are you so fierce? Others fear you, but I, Young Master, do not fear you!" Only the pink youth stared at Ning Lang, his eyes still as sinister, and continued to shout.
The newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger; this is an eternal truth.
Especially for those thugs, it's common.
How many big shots died under the swords of reckless youths, it all started like this.
Only the ignorant are fearless.
"Young Master Tu, you should apply less powder in the future. Your father is rough and tough, how could he give birth to you so delicate? A genetic mutation?" Ning Lang walked in front of everyone, his expression thawing, and he smiled at the pink youth.
But these words were full of naked sarcasm.
A ripple...
A burst of laughter erupted from the surroundings.
"You... you dare to call me perverted!" The pink youth was furious, almost rolling his eyes in anger.
As a senior in the underworld, a powerful figure in Yong'an, it was not surprising for him to be attacked with a knife, but to be satirized with words was unexpected.
And it was in front of so many celebrities.
It almost made him die of anger.
"I didn't say it, you said it yourself, and you can't blame others," Ning Lang laughed heartily, returning to his usual casual demeanor when he was with Li Zhonglou.
But the aura he displayed earlier was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.
No one thought he was genuinely laughing.
They all broke into a cold sweat, not knowing for whom.
"Ning Lang, others give you some face, so you start a brothel. If it weren't for my father stopping me, I would have killed you long ago!" The pink youth was so angry that his soul was about to fly out of his body. He lost his effeminate demeanor and glared fiercely at Ning Lang, shouting.
"Ah Gui understands the rules. He knows I can't be easily scared," Ning Lang said calmly, walking to Li Zhonglou's side and putting his arm around his shoulder, saying, "Young Master Tu, let's forget about today's matter."
"This is Old Zeng's venue, don't make too big a joke."
"Besides, he is my brother, my wolf!"
"If I hadn't come, you probably would be dead by now."
A splash...
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Who was Brother Lang? Yet he publicly called a cripple his brother!
This...
Judging by his young age, how could he have climbed such a high branch as Ning Lang?
Truly smoking from the grave, he had struck great fortune.
For a time, there were envious, jealous, and hateful people everywhere.
Seeing the expressions of those around, Ning Lang sneered. A bunch of snobs who looked down on others.
They thought they were celebrities just because they had a little money, but in reality, they were blind and empty-headed.
Although he was speaking jokingly, his words were true.
Among them, only he knew Li Zhonglou's strength.
He single-handedly broke into the villas in Wuning County, and even the influential figure surnamed Huang was dealt with as if he were waste, and Lian Zong Jian, the chairman of Lian Chuang, was killed as he pleased.
Not to mention yesterday, when he dealt with two professional killers alone.
Such an extremely ruthless person, how could Tu Hong, this effeminate fellow, be his match?
His appearance was not to protect Li Zhonglou, but to prevent the conflict from escalating further.
Unfortunately, he was speaking the truth.
In Tu Hong's ears, it was a great humiliation.
It meant he was not even as good as a cripple.
His powdered face turned pale and green, his eyes filled with intense hatred, wishing he could grind his teeth to powder.
He glared at Li Zhonglou fiercely and said, "You dead cripple, you just wait for me. Ning Lang can't protect you forever!"
After speaking, he left the area with a few of his stunned subordinates.
Hiss...
The onlookers who had thought Tu Hong would gain the upper hand let out disdainful whistles.
The pale green color of Tu Hong's face instantly turned into that of purple cabbage.
"Young Master, are we just going to let him go?" one of his subordinates whispered in his ear.
"Dream on. If I don't cripple his other leg, how can I vent my hatred!" Tu Hong's eyes were as sinister as substance. "But my father said not to confront Ning Lang directly."
"Their generation values face the most. Fine, before I cripple that dead cripple, I'll make Ning Lang lose all his face today!"
"Times have changed, now is my era!"
Saying this, Tu Hong cast a sinister glance at Li Zhonglou from dozens of meters away.
On the other side.
Ning Lang glared at the onlookers and let go of Li Zhonglou's shoulder.
He said, "Brother, you know Old Ghost. Zhang Dongxu used to work for him. His real name is Tu Gui."
"The cross-dresser just now is his only son, named Tu Hong."
"He's petty and used to bullying others with his status. Don't take it to heart. Give me face and just consider him a fart."
With Ning Lang saying this, how could Li Zhonglou not understand his intentions?
He nodded and replied, "Brother Ning, I won't retaliate."
He was already very clear about the relationship between Ning Lang and Old Ghost.
Both sides wished they could have the other impaled and tortured.
But for some reason, neither could do it.
Since they couldn't, they should restrain themselves. Competing for profit was understandable, but fighting for anger was truly ridiculous.
Li Zhonglou was not a child and didn't need to fight whenever he felt unhappy.
Of course, if Tu Hong dared to cause trouble again after today, it would be another matter.
He used to eat vegetarian, but now he had decided to switch to meat.
"Let's go, let's go sit in the VIP seats. You've become the center of attention now, and you can't hide any longer," Ning Lang said gratefully, pulling Li Zhonglou's hand towards the exhibition stand.
After the commotion just now, everyone now knew that Li Zhonglou was his brother.
There was no need to hide it anymore.
Li Zhonglou did not refuse again. The reality was like this, and there was no need to be sentimental.
Moreover, he came today to see the current state of Yong'an's antique circle. Sitting in the VIP seats, he could see more clearly and get closer to it.
It was already past nine o'clock, and the preparations were almost complete.
Graceful禮儀小姐, holding trays covered with red silk, successively boarded the exhibition stand and lined up, preparing for the opening.
Besides Ning Lang, there were two old men in the VIP seats. With Li Zhonglou now, there were four people.
According to the plan, as soon as half-past nine struck, Zeng Wang, the general manager of Ginza, would deliver a speech.
The two old men sitting next to Li Zhonglou had been chatting with each other, and only stopped talking as the opening approached, turning their heads to appraise Li Zhonglou.
Their faces were filled with disdain.
One of them said in a nasally voice, "Ning Lang, we know he is your friend."
"But this seat is reserved by General Manager Zeng for antique appraisal masters."
"I have no objections to you sitting here, but why does he dare to occupy this seat?"