Back on Earth, I am the only cultivator.

Wu Fan raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of the sound.

A man was walking into the hall.

He was thin and small, with a pointed face and monkey-like features, yet he wore an ill-fitting designer suit. He walked with a swaying gait and a mean smile on his face, looking every bit the lackey.

This man was none other than Liu Qiang, Zhang Wei's henchman.

Liu Qiang walked up to Wu Fan, looked him up and down, and then burst into exaggerated laughter: "Hahahaha! What era is this? Wu Fan, you're still wearing a tattered school uniform from ten years ago? Are you trying to make us laugh to death, or can't you even afford a decent set of clothes?"

Laughter echoed in the lobby, drawing frequent glances from the receptionists at the front desk.

Wu Fan remained calm, ignoring the clown, and strode forward.

Seeing that Wu Fan completely ignored him, Liu Qiang lost face and became enraged. He took a few steps forward, blocking Wu Fan's path, and pointed at his nose, cursing, "Wu Fan, can't you hear me? Are you deaf or mute?!"

Wu Fan paused, slowly raised his eyes, and gave him a cold look.

In an instant, Liu Qiang felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The swear words that were about to come out got stuck in his throat, and he took two steps back in fright because of Wu Fan's gaze.

Coming to his senses, Liu Qiang was furious and felt he had lost face. He turned and yelled at the security guards at the door, "Security guards! What are you doing?! How could you let a high school student who looks like a beggar get in here? Get him out of here right now!"

The security guards on duty on both sides frowned upon hearing this.

They exchanged glances, looking at Wu Fan and then at the shouting Liu Qiang.

One of the security guards said in a deep voice, "Sir, there is no rule against wearing school uniforms when entering Tianyue Mansion. We will decide for ourselves whether to expel you."

Even though you're a guest here, you're taking yourself way too seriously. Do you think their security guards are just watchdogs?

Upon hearing this, Liu Qiang immediately flew into a rage, shouting, "The customer is king, you know that?! I'm here to patronize this restaurant today! Kick him out right now, or I'll go straight to your manager and have you all fired!"

At this moment, Zhou Xing, the general manager of Tianyue Mansion, was walking briskly through the passageway inside the hall.

As soon as I entered the lobby, I heard a commotion at the door.

Zhou Xing looked up and saw a young man wearing the old school uniform of Mencheng No. 1 Middle School being pointed at and gestured to by a man in a suit.

Geek!

Zhou Xing's heart skipped a beat.

Distinguished guests wearing No. 1 Middle School uniforms!

"Holy crap, why is this guy arguing with someone?! What if Young Master Li finds out?"

Cold sweat poured down Zhou Xing's forehead in an instant, and he sprinted towards the gate.

He didn't even bother wiping his sweat as he strode to the gate and shouted angrily at the security guard, "What are you doing?! This is an important guest!"

Liu Qiang heard the sound and turned around.

The newcomer was dressed in a suit and tie, with a name tag hanging on his chest, looking very imposing. He immediately thought that his boasting had worked and that his backer had arrived.

His arrogance deepened, and he smugly sneered at the security guard, "Didn't you hear that?! Your boss said I'm a VIP, so you'd better listen to me and get this penniless wretch out of here!"

As he spoke, he pointed at Wu Fan with his finger, his face full of provocation.

Upon hearing Liu Qiang's words and seeing him pointing at Wu Fan, Zhou Xing was terrified.

"This is outrageous! This guy doesn't think he's dying fast enough, he wants to drag me down with him?!"

Zhou Xing no longer cared about so much.

With Li Shao's death order still etched in his mind, he rushed forward without a word and kicked Liu Qiang hard in the stomach!

"Aww!"

Liu Qiang screamed and was kicked to the ground, sliding several meters away.

Zhou Xing was still furious. With bloodshot eyes, he rushed forward and unleashed a barrage of kicks on the fallen Liu Qiang, cursing loudly.

"You think I'm expensive?! I'll teach you to be expensive! What are you pointing at?! I'll chop your hand off, you believe me?!"

Liu Qiang lay on the ground, clutching his head and howling in pain. He was bruised and swollen, and had no idea why he was being beaten.

After kicking more than ten times, Zhou Xing stopped, panting heavily. When he turned around to face Wu Fan, his face was instantly filled with a fawning smile.

He bent over at a ninety-degree angle, his back ramrod straight, and respectfully said in a loud voice:

"Distinguished guest, we are extremely sorry! Due to our poor hotel management, we have disturbed your visit. We are truly guilty! All your expenses at Tianyue Mansion tonight are on the house!"

Furthermore, this is our highest-level Supreme Black Gold Card at Tianyue Mansion. From now on, all your purchases here will be free, and you will enjoy the highest standard of royal service. We ask for your understanding!

As he spoke, he held a black card made of pure gold in both hands and nervously handed it to Wu Fan.

The security guards and receptionists in the lobby were completely dumbfounded.

President Zhou is usually a local tyrant in the hotel, and when has he ever been so obsequious to a young man in a tattered school uniform?

Liu Qiang, who had been lying on the ground, rubbed his stomach and got up, his face ashen. He pointed at Zhou Xing and cursed, "Who the hell are you?! How dare you kick me?! Let me tell you, I came here with Young Master Zhang! I'm going to complain about you, complain to your general manager! You can just wait to be fired!"

Zhou Xing naturally heard Liu Qiang's words, but Wu Fan had not yet taken the card, so he could only continue to bend over and wait for him to take the card.

He was a smart man to begin with.

Tonight's distinguished guest in school uniform was personally arranged by the eldest son of the Li family. Who is this young master Li? He's a powerful figure in the city!

And this fool in front of me dares to have a conflict with our distinguished guest. Even a fool could tell which is more important.

"No need, just do your own thing," Wu Fan said calmly.

Zhou Xing felt as if he had been granted a pardon and said respectfully, "I apologize, esteemed guest. This is my negligence, and I will resolve it."

After saying that, he turned his face, his expression instantly turning cold, and suddenly waved his hand at the security guards beside him:

"What are you all standing there for?! Drag this idiot to the back door and beat him up! I'll take full responsibility for anything that happens!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhou!"

Several security guards had long disliked Liu Qiang, and upon hearing the general manager's words, they immediately rushed forward and pinned Liu Qiang down.

Seeing the security guards surrounding him, Liu Qiang finally became frightened. He struggled and shouted, his voice filled with bravado but his heart breaking:

"What are you trying to do?! Don't do anything reckless! I'm definitely going to complain to your general manager! I definitely will!"

Seeing that he was still making a racket, Zhou Xing stepped forward and slapped Liu Qiang hard across the face: "I'll be damned! Open your dog eyes and see clearly, I'm the general manager here!"

boom!

These words struck Liu Qiang like a bolt from the blue.

General manager?

Is this hot-tempered middle-aged man who hit him the general manager of this hotel?!

How could Wu Fan make the general manager kneel to greet him?

This is impossible, absolutely impossible, I must be dreaming!

Liu Qiang's mind was in complete chaos, and he even forgot to struggle.

"Drag it away!"

Zhou Xing waved his hand impatiently.

The security guards dragged the dazed Liu Qiang toward the back door like a dead dog. After a short while, faint sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Liu Qiang's pig-like screams could be heard from outside the door.

The hall returned to silence.

Zhou Xing's face broke into a smile again as he leaned closer to Wu Fan and cautiously said:

"Distinguished guest, the deluxe suite on the top floor is ready for you tonight. How about I personally lead a few senior executives to welcome you?"

"No need, I'm here on business."

Wu Fan waved his hand, directly rejecting Zhou Xing's suggestion.

He glanced at the invitation in his pocket and walked ahead alone.

Zhou Xing forced a smile, but dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

However, Li Shao's warning, "If you displease our distinguished guest in the slightest, be prepared to die," kept hanging over his head, making him dare not leave.

He could only follow Wu Fan cautiously, about ten meters behind, like a little eunuch.