Martial arts mastery? But I'm just a spoiled brat!

"Third Young Master!"

Upon seeing Yan Qing, Wu Hong immediately bowed and greeted him.

At this point, he no longer possessed the high spirits he had when he returned from overseas.

Especially in front of Yan Qing, he no longer had the confidence he used to have.

The contrast between his current situation and his past was too great, especially the sudden attack today, which shattered almost all of his pride.

This completely shattered the confidence he had found in Yan Qing, making him feel as if he had returned to the feeling he had when facing his brother-in-law, Marshal Zhang.

Moreover... Yan Qing's demeanor was even more profound and unfathomable.

After all, most of the other young warlords had distinct personalities, and very few could disguise themselves as thoroughly as Yan Qing.

"Um, can you get in touch with your brother-in-law? I'd like to talk to him about something."

Yan Qing plopped down on the living room sofa and got straight to the point, stating his purpose without any pretense or probing.

"The telephone lines here don't connect to the Northeast. If you want to contact someone, you can only do so by telegram."

Wu Hong also showed the appropriate compliance, and gave his answer after only a moment's thought.

"Send a telegram to Marshal Zhang and tell him I want to talk to him about cooperation. Lan Yue, go and prepare the radio."

Yan Qing spoke in a consultative tone, but his words left no room for negotiation.

"yes!"

He accepted the mission by reaching for the moon.

Not long after, Lan Yue brought a radio station over, and Yan Qing made his first contact with the young marshal who was far away in the Northeast.

Communicating by telegram was inconvenient, but fortunately Wu Hong was there, so telegrams did not need to be forwarded layer by layer, which was at least acceptable in terms of security and efficiency.

Finally, after spending an entire night, Yan Qing and the young warlord from Northeast China reached a cooperation agreement. As for the specifics of how it would proceed and the details of the cooperation, only a handful of people knew the details.

After finalizing the cooperation with Zhang Shaoshuai, Yan Qing didn't linger. He immediately sent a telegram to his father, Yan Fengqi. Only after doing all this did Yan Qing relax and continue his cultivation.

Yan Qing was only three or four days away from achieving the perfection of Dark Force. Although war could break out at any time in three or four days, Yan Qing was unwilling to give up his cultivation at this time.

……

Yan Fengqi received the telegram from Yan Qing in the early hours of the next day. After receiving this telegram, he was finally able to sleep peacefully for a few hours after midnight, having not been able to sleep all night.

When Steward Cao arrived in the morning, he finally saw the telegram that Yan Fengqi had handed him.

"So, we're going to start the operation right at noon today?"

Looking at the telegram in his hand, Chief Steward Cao only asked one question.

After receiving Yan Fengqi's nod, a smile appeared on his face.

As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a good banquet. Even if the main purpose of a banquet with multiple alliances is to divide up territory and interests among various warlords, the entire banquet is unlikely to be harmonious.

It could even turn into a trap at any moment.

Therefore, the warlords attending the banquet were all fully armed, wishing they could bring all their personal guards with them.

Yan Fengqi, on the other hand, seemed a bit out of place. This time, he only brought two personal guards and Chief Steward Cao, making him appear quite low-key.

"Hahahaha~~ Old Yan, why did you only bring so few people?"

Just as Yan Fengqi was about to enter the room where the banquet was being held, a bearded man walked over laughing, his face revealing a bandit-like air as he spoke.

This man was one of the warlords who had invited Yan Fengqi to go south with him. Now, he was also one of the people who was mainly keeping Yan Fengqi from returning to Shanxi Province.

"What's the use of bringing a lot of people? We're just here to watch the show. We won't get much of the spoils that others have already got our hands on."

Yan Fengqi looked at the newcomer, his heart filled with resentment, but his face remained calm, and his words directly revealed the true nature of this gathering.

Although their coalition forces are invited, they are mostly monitored to prevent them from launching a surprise attack.

Of course, since an invitation has been extended, there will certainly be some benefits, but not many, and these benefits will never end up in Yan Fengqi's hands.

Because these people now believe they have grasped Yan Fengqi's weakness.

"Hahahaha~~ Even a mosquito is still meat, no matter how small it is. Old Yan, you're so rich and powerful that you don't care about these things, but we're all desperate for money. How can we miss such an opportunity?"

The bearded man looked at Yan Fengqi with a sinister smile. He wasn't even pretending anymore; his words implied that he considered Yan Fengqi as meat on a chopping board.

"snort!"

Yan Fengqi didn't want to waste any more words, so he just snorted and led Steward Cao into the main hall of the banquet. As for the two guards, they were left outside the hall.

As soon as Yan Fengqi entered, the once noisy hall instantly became quiet, and everyone sitting around the round table turned to look at him.

This made Yan Fengqi's face even more gloomy.

With a quick glance, Yan Fengqi found an empty seat, walked over and sat down, while Steward Cao stood behind him.

It wasn't until he sat down that the hall began to become noisy again, but many people would unconsciously look at him, the meaning of which was unclear, but Yan Fengqi himself understood it very well.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, let's officially begin today's meeting."

After Yan Fengqi took his seat, a man in military uniform sat in the main seat and spoke, and the hall gradually quieted down. However, this quiet did not last long and was immediately broken by loud cursing.

"Go to hell with your legs, Zhang Mazi! You think you can just sit on top of me like that?!"

"You son of a bitch, Wang the Cripple, what are you going to do about it?! Believe me or not, I'll bring some men and beat you up right now!!"

"Let's go then, let's go outside and practice!!"

Shouts and banging on the table erupted, turning the once quiet meeting room into a noisy mess, even more so than before.

In fact, this was all predictable. So many minor warlords gathered together, many of whom had fought each other to the death on the battlefield. Now that they were enemies, the fact that they didn't actually engage in hand-to-hand combat was already a sign of restraint.

In fact, these warlords had their own solutions to this situation.

The most common thing is to hold a martial arts competition.

The warlords had already fought each other, and those warlords who were too weak had been eliminated. The remaining warlords were fighting for territory. According to custom, each alliance could send three to five warriors to compete in a life-or-death arena.

The warlord alliance to which the victorious warrior belongs will have the right to choose the spoils first; how they will be distributed among the alliance members afterward is a matter for the alliance to decide.

But now, it's unclear what the leaders of these warlord alliances are thinking. They just watch these minor warlords shout and curse, each remaining a bystander, and not one of them has suggested sending out martial artists for a duel.