Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 301 Crescent Hotel
In the back row, a middle-aged man in a black Zhongshan suit stared blankly at the black iron pellets deeply embedded in the back of the chair. He swallowed hard, and cold sweat involuntarily broke out on his forehead.

His subordinate, sitting next to him in the back row, was terrified, his lips trembling, stammering, "Master Zhou...this..."

Upon seeing the driver groaning in pain in the front seat, his subordinate turned deathly pale with fright.

That iron pellet just now clearly grazed his temple and shot into the back of the chair!
If it had been even slightly off, how could he have survived?

The middle-aged man, whom he called Master Zhou, trembled as he pulled the iron pellet out of the leather chair back. After examining it closely, his face gradually turned pale.

With trembling hands, she opened the car door in a fluster, walked up to Zhang Wuxun, held up the iron pellet in her hand to his eyes, and asked in a suppressed voice, "Where did you get this thing?"

Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow. "Surprised? The owner of this thing is gone, so it's mine now that I found it. It doesn't seem wrong to take it out and use it occasionally."

Master Zhou's face twitched, and he swallowed the curse in his mouth with difficulty. "This... Master Yu, how did you know that the owner of this iron pellet had an accident?"

Zhang Wuxun looked innocent and said seriously, "I was right there at the time. Otherwise, do you think that Chen Pi Asi would stay out of the public eye for so long to deal with the little bastards who were stirring up trouble behind your back?"

Master Zhou's expression changed several times before he forced a smile. "Master Yu, you're joking. By the way, you said that Third Master had surgery and is recuperating. It's been so long, we, as his subordinates, should at least visit him."

“Want to see Third Master…” Zhang Wuxun drawled, glancing at him contemptuously. “Is the ledger ready? Don’t let it not match up later. I think you know Third Master’s methods better than I do.”

Zhang Wuxun's meaning was very clear: although Third Master was not here for the time being, he was fully aware of their private schemes, and if they wanted to cause trouble, they should think twice about whether their lives were tough enough.

Third Master could even manage to deal with a seasoned veteran like Chen Pi Asi, so handling a few of these lowly scoundrels would be a piece of cake.

If things get serious, none of these traitors will escape.

"Here's a piece of advice for you: clean up your mess before Third Master gets angry. You need to know your own limitations. Don't let yourself be fooled by a few words and start thinking you know everything."

Zhang Wuxun's smile vanished completely. With a flick of his wrist, two more iron pellets appeared in his palm. He swirled them around in his hand like walnuts, then squinted at him. "I wonder if your heads are as hard as that car window."

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Zhang Wuxun, Master Zhou involuntarily took a step back, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He quickly lowered his eyelids and said with a forced smile, "Master Yu is right. We'll go back and check the accounts right away, and we'll definitely give Third Master a satisfactory answer then."

The so-called Master Zhou in front of us is actually a marginal figure in that group, temporarily pulled out to test their abilities.

Unfortunately, Zhang Wuxun was unyielding, and Master Zhou knew he had met his match this time. He forced a stiff smile and said, "Please tell Third Master to take care of himself. Once he has recovered, the brothers under my command will arrange a day to visit him. I'll take my leave now."

Without waiting for Zhang Wuxun's response, he hurriedly got into his subordinate's large van as if his pants were on fire, told everyone to get in, and sped away in a flash.

He probably went back to report to the group behind him.

Zhang Wuxun tossed the iron pellet in his hand and clicked his tongue in disdain, "A bunch of loose sand."

He turned to Da Kui and the others and said, "Alright, put the knives back and go about your business."

Da Kui and the others cheered a few times, their eyes filled with undisguised admiration as they looked at Zhang Wuxun.

In the evening, Pan Zi came over from the old house to check on the situation here. Seeing that the matter had been resolved, he treated Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge to a meal, and then left in a hurry, as if his situation was more complicated.

Zhang Wuxun didn't ask any questions and stayed in a small room inside the shop that night with the young man.

The next day, the two went to inspect the other branches of the Third Master. When they found any troublemakers, they gave them a loving lesson, then found out who had sent their henchmen, and stormed into their places and took down their signs.

In extraordinary times, special measures are necessary.

Before the sun had even set, news that Master Wu had two Yama Kings under his command had spread throughout Xingcheng.

A ghost in white robes and a ghost in black robes covering their faces, each carrying a dragon-spine sword, attacked seven main halls in a single day. They entered and exited unharmed, without a speck of dust on their bodies, and their specialty was chopping down the signs at the entrances.

Even the most skilled fighters couldn't last three moves against these two; they'd either break an arm or a leg.

For a time, all the underground leaders in Xingcheng were on edge, especially those who had secretly caused trouble. They all shut themselves off from visitors and locked up their subordinates, fearing that anyone might offend the two evil gods and cause them to remember them and come after them.

Zhang Wuxun and his companion lived up to expectations, visiting everyone even remotely connected to the matter.

At the same time, the news that Master Wu was only temporarily staying at home to recuperate spread, and people believed it without a doubt.

After all, in this area of ​​Xingcheng, besides Master Wu, who else could spare such a large sum of money to hire two such "Bodhisattvas"?

At the same time, Zhang Wuxun also took out his most treasured possessions from his spatial storage.

A three-foot-long "Gathering Fire Divine Bird Blood Jade Ruyi" was taken out from the altar of the Qinling Sacred Tree.

Blood jade is precious to begin with, let alone this kind of thousand-year-old jade that is soaked in blood. If it were put in an auction, the starting price would not be less than 100 million.

Such a treasure can be considered the cream of the crop among the cream of the crop.

Placing him in Wu Sansheng's gang to maintain order would be a complete waste of his talent.

With this thing to suppress them, those villains completely disappeared.

However, this thing cannot be used lightly. After it was shown to everyone once and greatly shocked them, it was put away by Zhang Wuxun.

A few days later, all of Master Wu's establishments reopened, and everything was calm again.

This brief crisis vanished without a trace.

Everyone knew that even without showing his face, Master Wu's authority remained, and he wouldn't tolerate any gossip.

After staying in Xingcheng for a few more days, I received a call from Wu Xiaoxie saying that they had made some progress on their end.

Zhang Wuxun and his companion then bid farewell to Pan Zi and the others and returned to Hangzhou.

Before leaving, Zhang Wuxun left Pan Zi all the treasures he had taken from the Queen Mother of the West that he had stored in his space.

Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty had already gone to the capital.

Zhang Wuxun transferred all his temporarily available assets into an account, and then took Xiao Ge by plane to Beijing to meet up with Wu Xiaoxie.

The fat man picked them up from the airport in his car, and then they checked into a hotel two blocks away from the Crescent Hotel.

Wu Xiaoxie recounted the events of the past few days, saying, "We still have three days until the appointed time with Aunt Huo, so let's use this time to prepare."

Fatty was a local bigwig in Panjiayuan and Liulichang, and he knew the capital city like the back of his hand. He had analyzed some of the forces in the capital for Zhang Wuxun and the others in advance.

Three days later, in the hotel room.

Zhang Wuxun looked at the fat man's suit, which was clearly a size too small and looked tight even when the buttons were fastened, and sighed helplessly.

Wu Xiaoxie, standing to the side, was wearing a suit that looked rather old-fashioned and didn't suit his scholarly air. He said irritably, "Fatty, what kind of shop did you recommend? The suit they sent me doesn't fit me at all. It's so awful." Fatty clicked his tongue and twisted his tie. "It's cheap, isn't it? We don't have much start-up capital, so we should save money wherever we can."

Zhang Wuxun waved his hand helplessly, "Quickly take off these awful things you're wearing, they're too ugly."

Wu Xiaoxie looked in the mirror and realized it wasn't very good. "There's nothing we can do now, we'll just have to make do. We've asked around, and to get into the Crescent Hotel, you have to wear formal attire."

Fatty straightened his shiny slicked-back hair in front of the mirror, then turned to see Zhang Wuxun and the young man still in casual clothes, and asked, "Where are your clothes? Why haven't you changed yet? The Crescent Moon Hotel has strict rules. Even if you're the King of Heaven and richer than a country, you can't go in wearing your underwear."

"I knew you guys wouldn't be reliable." Zhang Wuxun said confidently, glancing at his watch. "You're here."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the landline on the bedside table rang.

Zhang Wuxun walked over and took it. "Okay, have them bring it up."

Wu Xiaoxie asked in confusion, "What is that?"

"These are clothes I ordered for us a couple of days ago." Zhang Wuxun got up to open the door.

After the inspection was completed and the form was signed, the dispatcher was sent away.

Zhang Wuxun beckoned Wu Xiaoxie and the others to come and unpack the white wooden box with cloud patterns that was placed on the coffee table.

The packaging alone reveals its excellent craftsmanship; it is by no means an ordinary product.

Fatty quickly opened the box labeled with his size, took out the neatly ironed handmade black suit, and exclaimed, "Wow, that's quite a lot! I've heard of this brand before; they say their clothes cost tens of thousands of yuan at a time."

Zhang Wuxun also opened his box and explained, "Wearing this will make us look good. We're new here, and we can't compare to those long-established residents. At least we can't let people look down on us."

"Alright, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and change," Zhang Wuxun urged.

The four men changed their clothes and adjusted their ties and accessories in front of the mirror.

Four black and silver ties, paired with black starry agate cufflinks, exude a noble and understated elegance.

Zhang Wuxun folded the handkerchief, tucked it into the young man's pocket, patted him on the shoulder, and praised him with a smile, "Our young man is really stylish."

Aside from the fat guy, all three of Zhang Wuxun's physiques were excellent, and their well-fitting suits accentuated their individual charm.

The young man's face was expressionless, aloof and indifferent, exuding a subtle, detached air reminiscent of misty pines on a mountain peak.

Zhang Wuxun's face was incredibly striking. The smile in his peach blossom eyes faded, and under the formal attire, he exuded a noble and reserved air, with an added touch of composure and solemnity.

The fat man stood there with a stern face and fierce eyes, looking exactly like the kind of big shot who would wipe out someone's entire family at the slightest provocation.

Wu Xiaoxie's inner shirt was white, while the other three wore black.

Zhang Wuxun pushed his gold-rimmed glasses onto his face and teased, "Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. With our Tianzhen dressed up like this, we truly embody the saying, 'A gentle smile melts a thousand snowflakes, bright eyes reflect ten thousand stars, brocade robes illuminate the eternal night, and pearls and lotuses cannot sleep.'"

Wu Xiaoxie was originally twisting his body and admiring himself in the mirror, feeling quite pleased with himself. But after hearing what he said, he felt a little embarrassed. "Ahem, what kind of nonsense are you making up?"

"You're not happy about being praised?" Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow.

The fat man suddenly leaned close to Zhang Wuxun's ear and whispered something. Zhang Wuxun replied, "Does it look like it?"

Looking at Wu Xiaoxie again, she said, "Oh, he looks like him."

The two of them burst out laughing, though it was unclear what they were laughing at.

Wu Xiaoxie rolled her eyes at them, annoyed, and asked, "Why are all three of you wearing black linings, and only mine is white?"

Zhang Wuxun patted his shoulder and laughed, "You are the main character today, and the three of us are just supporting roles. The main character should naturally be different."

Wu Xiaoxie twisted his body in front of the mirror again and said with a smile, "You know what, as soon as I put this outfit on, I felt like I looked several degrees more handsome."

The fat man pushed up his sunglasses and grinned, "Even I, Fatty, think the four of us look really damn handsome dressed like this. Muyu, you're the most reliable one."

Zhang Wuxun glanced at them, making sure there were no problems, then checked the time and said, "Let's go."

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, they were immediately drawn to the attention of almost everyone around them, becoming the center of attention.

The fat man slightly raised his chin, walking with an air of arrogance, as if he were an important figure going to inspect the people's conditions.

"Fatty, over here." As they exited the hotel, Fatty was about to head back to where he had parked when Zhang Wuxun hurriedly called out to him.

“Our car is here.” Zhang Wuxun shook the key in his hand, pressed the unlock button, and a pure white Mercedes SUV honked twice from a distance.

After getting in the car, the fat man sat in the driver's seat, drove the car out of the parking area, and clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "When did you buy this car, kid?"

Zhang Wuxun shook his head, "It wasn't bought, it was rented. I don't live in Beijing permanently, why would I buy a car?"

The car quickly arrived at the entrance of the Crescent Hotel.

The fat man parked the car, and the four of them got out.

Looking at the quaint and imposing Crescent Hotel in front of him, Wu Xiaoxie, who had never been to this place before, felt inexplicably nervous.

The fat man patted him reassuringly and pointed at Zhang Wuxun and the other man, "What are you afraid of? With these two here, how could Old Madam Huo possibly eat you? Don't worry, we'll make sure you get out unharmed."

Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but laugh. "You're talking like we're bandits. We still have to follow the rules."

Zhang Wuxun chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself that in the past hundred years, only a group of people like them had dared to disregard the rules and fight and rob at the New Moon Hotel.

The fat man led them into the elevator and up to the third floor with practiced ease.

The first thing you see is a grand hall with an antique feel, carved railings and jade steps, and two waiters guarding the entrance to greet guests.

The fat man went up and struck up a conversation, pointing at Wu Xiaoxie and introducing him as "the young master of the Wu family in Changsha."

The waiter sized Wu Xiaoxie up and down, a polite but formulaic smile on his face. "A VIP booth or the main hall?"

Wu Xiaoxie glanced at his watch, estimated the time he had agreed to meet with Huo Xiangu, and was about to speak.

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