Holy Fist!-Chapter 90 - : 080 Swallowing Demon and God Descent (7.2K)_3

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Chapter 90: 080 Swallowing Demon and God Descent (7.2K)_3

There’s a dinner party at seven this evening.

In Huaisui City’s circle, a rich second generation is celebrating his twentieth birthday, inviting many friends he hangs out with, including Wei Dong. Wei Dong wanted to bring Bai Xiao along to eat, drink, and have a great time. Recently, he had been training in martial arts, and it had worn him out tremendously. After being suppressed for so long, he needed to relax a bit.

As Wei Dong’s martial arts coach, Bai Xiao agreed to this request.

Go ahead, Brother Dong.

They’re all young, hot-blooded rich second generations.

For women, for face, for self-respect.

Let the friction and sparks fly.

No matter what happens, I, will help you handle it…

Bai Xiao’s thoughts were somewhat dark. But, he wasn’t about to betray a friend. Wei Dong was following his heart, and Bai Xiao was just the safety net.

He never had the thought of helping Brother Dong against the world…

Time flew by, and it was 6:30 pm.

A luxury car stopped at the entrance of the residential area, and Bai Xiao got in directly.

“Where to?”

Bai Xiao, sitting in the passenger seat, asked.

“Blue Moon Restaurant.”

Today Wei Dong was wearing a flamboyant white suit, remarkably form-fitting.

It outlined his tall and upright figure, inexplicably exuding a noble aura.

“Heh heh…”

Bai Xiao looked at Wei Dong and gave a light laugh.

Trying to look civilized.

“What the hell are you laughing at?”

“It’s not like I want to wear something so flashy, but it’s a birthday party, everybody dresses formally. By the way, you need to change your clothes too.”

Wei Dong pointed to a suit in the back seat, an expensive one.

Bai Xiao turned his head to look, black, not bad.

If Brother Dong had picked something garishly pink, he’d die before wearing it.

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“Got sunglasses?”

Bai Xiao pressed his right hand to the corner of his eye, remembering the ferocious look reflected in the car window that day, which made people feel uneasy.

“You really want to play bodyguard, huh?”

“Bro, this is a birthday party, not a meeting of world leaders.”

Wei Dong made a teasing comment, but still went on to say,

“Xiaozi, is there a problem with your eyes? Can’t handle bright lights?”

“Forget it, I’ll buy you a pair of brown sunglasses tomorrow.”

“You can just wear those normally. They block some light, without looking as serious as oversized black sunglasses.”

“Alright.” Bai Xiao replied succinctly.

“By the way, how come you seem a lot taller?”

Wei Dong casually asked.

“Built-in lifts.” Bai Xiao calmly answered.

The streamlined black car drove along and finally stopped in a high-end area of Pujiang District. A towering building stood under the thin moonlight.

The surface of the wall, a moon on the water, was emanating a glowing blue light. The sign for the Blue Moon Restaurant was just below the moon emblem.

“Let’s go.”

The two men got out of the car and walked towards the entrance along the avenue.

The surrounding parking spots were filled with luxury cars, and there was a high proportion of sports cars. Stylish and bold, they had a roaring vitality.

After all, many of those invited to the banquet were young people.

Stepping on the carpet, the two walked into the Blue Moon Restaurant.

In the hall, the ceiling was adorned with colorful crystal chandeliers continuously pouring down light. The high-end tiles on the surrounding walls glittered like jewels. The brightly colored, soft carpet lay on the marble floor.

The patterns were beautiful, as if they were a masterpiece oil painting.

The shiny silverware, the clean, flat tablecloths, and the fragrant dishes. But clearly, not a single one of the birthday party attendees was there to eat; these kinds of gatherings in the circle were mainly about networking and building connections, or simply to throw a big money party.

Well, today’s wasn’t a money party, it was quite formal.

Between the luxurious settings, men and women were chatting with each other.

The men in suits, the women in elegant dresses, they all had a sense of well-dressed grace. It’s unknown whether or not, after the party, some of them would pair up and meet in honest nudity. This was quite likely.

Older folks gathered together, discussing business.

The younger rich second generations talked about recent trendy and amusing things.

Wei Dong, accompanied by Bai Xiao, approached the group of rich second generations.

“Yo, Young Master Wei.”

A young man in a wine-red suit came forward.

Wei Dong’s face broke into a smile instantly, and he opened his arms.

“Mr. Su, long time no see!”

The wine-red suit hugged Wei Dong, his face also wearing a smile, “Indeed, long time no see, it’s been about three or four months, hasn’t it?”

He turned his head, looking at Bai Xiao who stood behind Wei Dong.

“Eh? Who’s this?”

Wei Dong turned around: “Oh, my brother! Bai Xiao.”

The wine-red suit shook hands with Bai Xiao, exchanged a few pleasantries, then walked off towards a distant passageway, continuously talking with others.

“That’s Su Ze, the star of this birthday banquet.”

Wei Dong whispered to Bai Xiao.

After that, he raised his hand, pointing towards a group of beautiful girls in the distance.

Their looks stunning, their figures exceptional, their skin fair.

“Xiaozi, see over there?”

“They’re all aspiring to get into the entertainment industry and the upper echelons. Su Ze owns a film company that can provide resources. So, no matter what kind of party he throws, there’s always a group of girls who think they’re beautiful, trying to squeeze their way in. Everyone just treats them like vases, there to liven up the atmosphere, and if they find one pretty enough, they might pick one or two to take home. Some lucky ones might get benefits and resources…”

“Most don’t have that luck, they’re essentially played for free.”

“Ah, such a pity…”

Wei Dong shook his head, his face full of regret.

“What are you pitying? Isn’t this perfect for you?”