Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Outside the Imperial Dynasty Disco, a red Ferrari covered in dust was parked, with a middle-aged man standing beside it. He appeared to be in his thirties, looking somewhat exhausted and his hair a bit disheveled.

Such a recklessly arrogant man had driven non-stop for eight hours from Coal City to Donghai City, nearly ruining the gas pedal of the red Ferrari on the road less than two thousand kilometers long.

Up to now, "Red" was still looking a bit pale and nauseated. His car was a Ferrari Enzo, which could reach a top speed of 365 km/hour. Last night, he had nearly expended all his vigor for the rest of his life on this Ferrari.

Eight hours, nearly two thousand kilometers—he had a personal driver, known as "Crazy Lang" for his daring maneuvers on treacherous eighteen-bend roads. Right now, Lang was still throwing up around the corner, not to mention "Red" himself, who mustered an incredible amount of willpower to hold out until now.

"You bunch of bastards have caused a massive disaster!" Red pointed at the several people kneeling on the ground and furiously cursed.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

How could Red not be anxious? Interrupted from a cozy sleep with a beauty in his arms at midnight, he'd been called to Donghai City, after a long distance of two thousand kilometers. If he had come to receive a reward, it would have been worth it, but no, he was the one to face the scolding and bear the dark expressions.

"Bro Red! We were wrong. We just couldn't stand to see you apologizing to others, damn it, so we took him down and then surrendered ourselves. Rest assured, Bro Red, we won't involve you in this at all."

One of the big men, teeth clenched, had red blood vessels in his eyes after kneeling for an entire night. He had never suffered like this before; back in Coal City, he strutted about like a crab without fear.

But now, in Donghai City, they'd been cooked in such a small disco—a massive loss of face.

Red's complexion instantly darkened: "Shut the hell up, all of you! Behave when the time comes, or I won't spare you. This young master has a terrifyingly powerful background; you better not stir up any trouble!"

"If it weren't for all the years you've followed me and the great merit you've earned, I wouldn't have bothered to rush here from Coal City. It would have been so much easier to just find someone to slaughter you all!"

Red cursed and swore, but the eyes of those kneeling on the ground reddened. What a good big brother he was—so loyal and sentimental. They swore to brave fire and water for him in the future, and to die without regret.

Red, who had been in the game for many years, naturally knew how to mix a slap with a date, subtly winning people's hearts in the process.

At that moment, Ye Ling and others walked out, with Mo Xing's face darkened. Seeing Red, almost a decade older than himself, he gave a cold smile.

"Oh, isn't this Bro Red? What's up?"

"Luck for me that I have a hard head. Otherwise, Bro Red, you might've become notorious in the Imperial Capital for busting my, Mo Xing's, head. Your brother-in-law would probably have to put in some effort, right?"

"Don't feel upset. If it's not okay with you, I can call your brother-in-law. Although I'm young, he should give me some face, shouldn't he?"

Mo Xing gritted his teeth, his tone laced with sarcasm, but his words scared Red.

"Young Master Mo, I won't say anything else. Whatever punishment you deem fit for these damn fools, I won't object to a single word," Red said, then lifted his foot and ferociously kicked the big man kneeling closest to him.

Bang, the immense force directly knocked the big man to the ground, but the man immediately knelt up again.

Although Red led a life of luxury, he also exercised daily. He was much stronger than the average person, and not just anyone could endure such a kick.

"Cut the act. Just tell me, how do you want to resolve this?" Mo Xing waved his hand dismissively.

Red bit his lip: "Young Master Mo, how about a compensation of ten million?"

Ten million—a staggering amount for the average person, but for Mo Xing, it was trivial.

As a direct descendant of the Mo Family, money was merely a number to him; if he wanted, he could grab a bunch of projects from any department at any time without any department daring to investigate.

"Honghong, do you think I'm only worth ten million?" Mo Xing scoffed coldly.

Honghong's heart skipped a beat, sensing trouble. It seemed that Mo Xing was ready to make an extravagant demand. With this thought, he glared fiercely at the few people kneeling on the ground.

"How about this: my brother doesn't have much to do usually, and it's not right for him to rely on a few women for a living. I think you should give him a few of your coal transport routes," Mo Xing said, frowning.

At those words, Ye Ling immediately became unhappy. Who was he saying relied on a few women for a living? Damn, I myself am a billionaire, it's just that my financial powers are currently controlled by them.

Moreover, I have plenty of connections myself. Who are you cursing, saying a man is supported by women, pah!

Of course, if it meant reaping some benefits, I would still be willing to take the blame.

Honghong was actually shocked. This guy dared to ask for anything. Those coal transport routes were his lifeline, linking all the coal mines in Coal City and designated for supply to a certain state-owned enterprise. They were calculated by the trainload every day, generating profits of over a billion annually.

To demand such a thing, he was essentially asking for more than half of his entire fortune!

Honghong's face darkened, wasn't this bullying too much?

If you push me too far, I won't protect these fools anymore. You can do whatever you want; at worst, I'll find someone in prison to take care of them.

"Mr. Mo, you must be joking, right?" Honghong said with a forced smile.

Seeing Honghong react this way, the few men kneeling on the ground also began to harbor malicious thoughts, knowing that Brother Honghong was angry.

A bunch of jerks daring to extort Brother Honghong. Even if you were the son of the Heavenly King, it wouldn't be allowed.

Ye Ling let out a slight sneer, sensing the shift in emotions among the men. He shifted his stance, positioning himself in front of the group, preventing those kneeling from possibly lunging out suddenly.

"I'm not joking. Hand over a few of your coal transport routes to my brother as my share of the investment. You should understand what this implies," Mo Xing said, a bit more sternly.

Honghong was stunned, then overjoyed.

At this time, Mo Xings's investment in his coal business signified one thing: the support of the Mo Family.

With that, the situation of only relying on his brother-in-law and sister would change completely. With the care of the Mo Family, how many in the vast Huaxia would dare to truly collide with him?

"Mr. Mo, I'll do whatever you say," Honghong naturally wouldn't refuse.

Mo Xing nodded, "Okay, let's do that. Have someone draw up the contract later. Don't dilly-dally, it's not easy for you to come all the way to Donghai City."

Honghong nodded. As for those thugs, where were they in a position to speak? They were long since waved off to get lost.

Meanwhile, Ye Ling and the others headed to a breakfast diner, chatting as they ate.