Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

It was only a few dozen seconds, but to He Qiang it felt like an eternity.

Fortunately, he finally walked down the red carpet, and the music stopped.

"Young Master He, welcome to the banquet. Please come this way."

The head waiter stepped forward, bowed, and gestured for He Qiang to follow him inside.

As he bowed, he tucked his hands behind his back and waved to the waiter behind him.

Upon receiving the signal, the waiters immediately dispersed and went about their business.

As they dispersed, they covered their mouths and chuckled.

As for the two waitresses who helped He Qiang take off his coat, they secretly stuffed the coat back into Zhao Tie's arms and gave him a thumbs up.

"Lead the way."

Having already lost face, He Qiang calmed down and smiled at the head waiter.

"Wait a moment!"

Just then, a clear and melodious voice rang out.

Everyone looked closely and their eyes lit up.

A stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in an elegant blue gown and high heels, gracefully walked in from outside the main entrance.

This beautiful woman has an unfamiliar face, but she is extremely beautiful and has a very aloof temperament. She is a rare beauty that is only seen once in a century.

The people present looked at her and couldn't help but speculate about her identity.

Before they could finish guessing, the beautiful woman gently took He Qiang's arm, then leaned slightly against him and walked forward with him.

This scene caused everyone present to frown deeply.

A beautiful flower has been wasted on cow dung.

Who exactly is He Qiang?

He's a notorious good-for-nothing gigolo in the whole city, yet the women around him are all incredibly beautiful—it's simply outrageous!

Of course, although the others were unhappy, they were just watching the show and didn't say anything.

Leng Yanran is different.

She saw Amu linking arms with He Qiang and behaving intimately with him.

In that instant, she clenched her teeth and almost crushed the wine glass in her hand.

She really wanted to rush up and splash Amu's face with red wine, and then snatch her husband back.

Ke Heqiang's entrance was so explosive that Leng Yanran didn't have the courage to step forward at this moment.

She had no idea how much people would despise her if she went over there at that moment.

Left with no other choice, she could only hide in a corner, glaring at He Qiang with murderous intent, hoping that he would release Amu on his own and not go too far.

He Qiang glanced around the banquet hall and naturally met Leng Yanran's gaze.

He was fully aware of Leng Yanran's anger and embarrassment, but instead of correcting his behavior, he planned to escalate the situation and publicly display his affection with Amu.

"Wait a minute!" He Qiang had only taken a couple of steps with the head waiter when he stopped again.

The head waiter, fearing he might cause some more trouble, suddenly trembled, turned around, stared blankly at him, and grinned as he asked, "Mr. He, is there anything else?"

"Could you please get me a cigar?"

He Qiang raised his hand and made a scissor gesture, then pointed to the cigar tin next to the foreman.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

It turned out he only wanted a cigar. The foreman breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took out a cigar, cut it, and respectfully handed it to He Qiang with both hands.

He Qiang took it and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to look for a lighter, there was a "snap" sound next to him. Amu had already lit a dark blue, exquisite lighter and reached out to light his cigarette with affection.

He Qiang lit a cigarette with the lighter in her hand, took several deep drags of smoke, and successfully lit the cigar. Then, with a cigar in one hand and a beautiful woman in the other, he walked smugly into the depths of the banquet hall.

"Excuse me, hello, please make way!"

As He Qiang and Amu moved forward, Zhao Tie held his coat in one hand and protected them with the other, perfectly acting as a loyal lackey, clearing away anyone blocking their way.

In short: From the moment they entered until now, the three of them have been the most dazzling sight in the entire room, keeping everyone on their toes for several minutes, leaving everyone speechless and dumbfounded.

"He Qiang, what exactly are you doing?"

They walked another ten meters or so before they were finally stopped.

A wealthy young man in a white suit, arm in arm with a beautiful woman, and holding a champagne glass blocked their way.

When the rich young master appeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, finally freed from the control of He Qiang. Then, a chorus of shouts and cheers erupted throughout the venue.

Many of the female guests at the banquet were sprayed with water by the people next to them.

They clutched their chests in frustration and hurriedly called over a waiter, wanting to find a place to change their clothes.

The waiters were instantly thrown into chaos, some dealing with guests, others cleaning, and the entire banquet hall was in complete disarray.

During this process, everyone unconsciously moved closer to the center, subtly surrounding He Qiang and the rich young man.

This was the first time He Qiang had met this rich young man, and he didn't recognize him.

However, this does not stop him from showing off.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, squinted, and asked, "What's your name, sir?"

"He Qiang, what are you pretending for? Don't you even recognize me?"

The rich young man glared at him, looking very displeased.

He Qiang sneered: "What, are you that famous? Do I need to know you?"

This made the rich young man even angrier.

He couldn't help but smirk, released his female companion, walked up to He Qiang, looked up at him with an arrogant air, and said, "Since you don't know me, then I'll give you a proper introduction to who I am."

As he spoke, he elegantly set down his wine glass, pulled out a wet wipe, and while wiping his hands, said leisurely, "Listen up, I'm none other than Gao Fei, the eldest son of the Gao family in Shanghai, and also the head of Bai Chong Capital's China region. Any investment I make is worth tens or hundreds of billions. Don't even mention a spineless gigolo like you; even the head of Jiangcheng City would have to bow and scrape before me..."

As Gao Fei spoke, he gestured to his left and right, and immediately four bodyguards in suits approached, seemingly intending to harm He Qiang.

"So you're Young Master Gao! My apologies for not recognizing you!"

He Qiang squinted at Gao Fei, feeling that this guy's identity was not simple.

The main issue is that Gao Fei doesn't look like a typical Chinese person; he seems to have some Caucasian ancestry.

This mixed-race individual, with such substantial wealth, and more importantly, appearing in a place like Jiangcheng, inevitably evokes some unpleasant associations.

But when he carefully recalled the plot of the original book, he couldn't find any story about Gao Fei at all.

This shows that Gao Fei is not a character from the original book at all, but a "passerby" who was created due to the disturbance caused by his time travel.

Such "passerby A" serves a unified purpose: to become the concrete representation of the will of Heaven, and to eliminate this outcast who dares to disrupt the original plot by any means necessary.

Upon realizing Gao Fei's identity, He Qiang clenched his fists, became more alert, and prepared to fight at any moment.

"Hehe, now you know who I am?" Gao Fei's expression became even more arrogant after revealing his identity.

He imitated He Qiang, raised his hand to make a scissor gesture, took a lit cigar from the bodyguard, and took a deep drag.

Then he stepped forward, blowing smoke at He Qiang as he raised his hand and poked He Qiang's chest, asking with a sarcastic tone, "Tonight's party was hosted by our Gao family, and we invited business elites and social celebrities. We were having a great time and were about to reach some cooperation agreements, but your arrival has ruined everyone's mood. How are you going to compensate us?"

Upon hearing Gao Fei's words, He Qiang immediately feigned a panicked expression and cried out, "Young Master Gao, spare my life! Don't make me pay compensation! You know I'm just a spineless gigolo, I have no money!"

"No money?" Gao Fei sneered, frowning and glaring at He Qiang. "So you don't want to compensate me? Tsk tsk, kid, you're putting me in a difficult position..."

"Difficult? Holy crap, then let's not even bother!"

Before Gao Fei could finish speaking, He Qiang hurled the cigar in his hand at Gao Fei's face.

"He Qiang, do you want to die? What are you going to do?"

Gao Fei was startled and dodged backward while shouting.

"I think you're asking for it! I let you throw a party so you could show off!"

As He Qiang spoke, he lifted the dining table next to him and flipped it over with a loud crash. The entire table overturned and crashed heavily to the ground, scattering drinks and snacks all over the floor.

People in the hall screamed in fright. The female guests shrank back and fled, while the male guests instinctively took two steps back to distance themselves from him.

"You think you can show off? I'll show you again!"

He Qiang wasn't finished after flipping the table; he kicked over the champagne tower.

"Splash—"

Hundreds of champagne glasses were smashed on the ground, some shattered, some rolled around, and wine, glass, and cups were scattered all over the place, making a complete mess of the banquet hall.

Upon seeing this, Gao Fei's face turned a deep purplish-red, his anger reaching its peak.

"Get him! All of you, get him! I'm going to kill him! How dare he mess with my place? I'll make him regret it!"

Gao Fei roared, not only directing his bodyguards to attack He Qiang, but also grabbing a wine bottle and charging straight at him.

"Hey, hey, hey, a gentleman uses words, not fists! What are you doing? Don't hit me!"

Seeing Gao Fei rushing towards him, He Qiang immediately pretended to be scared, retreating quickly while waving his hands frantically to tell him not to be impulsive.