Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 1844 - 1840: It’s You Who Should Get Lost! (Second Update!)

Chapter 1844: Chapter 1840: It’s You Who Should Get Lost! (Second Update!)

Wang Zhen opened the door and gave Ren Feifan a few reminders.

He knew Ren Feifan’s temper, a person who cared for nothing and disregarded everything.

In Ren Feifan’s eyes, these big figures might mean nothing.

Right now, all he could do was pray that Ren Feifan wouldn’t lose his temper at tonight’s banquet and that everything would go smoothly.

Besides, whether Ren Feifan’s matter could be approved completely depended on the faces of these people!

Ren Feifan glanced at Wang Zhen and nodded. He still had to give some face to his uncle, and with his hands behind his back, he walked in leisurely.

Inside the private room, his Spiritual Sense instantly enveloped everyone, and he found a large round table in the room, surrounded by about a dozen elderly people.

The youngest seemed to be around forty years old.

Being in his twenties, he appeared somewhat out of place.

The entire private room was almost fully occupied, except for two empty seats in the north.

Ren Feifan guessed they were reserved for him and Wang Zhen.

Ren Feifan was not polite, heading straight north, completely ignoring the eyes of those around him, and sat down without a ripple in his eyes.

For him, although these people might hold ultimate power over Huaxia, there was no need for him to fear them!

Because Ren Feifan controlled the life and death of everyone in Huaxia!

If he didn’t involve himself in the God-locking Formation, it probably wouldn’t be long before it caused trouble, impacting the mundane world first.

Then what meaning would these rulers have?

When everyone in the private room saw Ren Feifan sitting without hesitation in that northern position, their faces stiffened.

In Huaxia, the northern position is usually reserved for the most powerful person!

At the banquet, only the most important person has the right to sit there!

But the rightful owner of the seat just hadn’t arrived yet! Yet this young punk had snatched it!

The entire private room burst into an uproar! Everyone was discussing, but no one stood up.

Because they were well aware of some of this young man’s feats, his ruthlessness was legendary.

This young man didn’t even regard the Huaxia Guardian and several old Monsters, utterly arrogant.

If any of them stood up, what if this young man suddenly decided to kill?

Although countless weapons outside were aimed at him, ready to completely obliterate him if he dared make a move!

But who knew whether the weapons were faster or Ren Feifan’s sword?

The air around grew increasingly bizarre, with even breathing and heartbeats audible.

An old leader sat opposite Ren Feifan, eyes glistening with curiosity and amusement, sipping tea calmly without any sign of tension.

He was among the few who had dealt with Ren Feifan before, and he knew this young man’s character appealed to him.

If not for stepping down from that position, he might have granted Ren Feifan special privileges today.

Then today’s situation wouldn’t have unfolded.

Wang Zhen saw Ren Feifan sitting in that rightful position, his face changing abruptly, quickly rushing to Ren Feifan’s side and whispering, "Feifan, um, stand up for a moment, you’re sitting incorrectly, that’s not your seat."

Ren Feifan frowned, somewhat displeased but suppressed his emotion considering Wang Zhen’s face, sitting directly in another seat.

If this wasn’t his position, there could only be another one.

But before Ren Feifan’s backside fully settled in the chair, Wang Zhen again said, "Feifan, this... this isn’t your seat either..."

Ren Feifan’s body stiffened, turning his head in surprise to question, "There are only two empty seats here, neither of them is mine, where should I sit then? Do you want me to sit outside?"

Wang Zhen showed a slightly awkward expression, explaining, "Uh... Feifan, I didn’t have time to tell you, these big figures are here to hear us present the matter, standing is fine for us..."

Ren Feifan’s face darkened slightly, glanced at Wang Zhen, not angry, but rather sat back in the original chair.

"No problem, I’ll just sit here today, the table is big, we can just squeeze in!"

Wang Zhen’s face changed drastically, he had anticipated Ren Feifan playing this card! But didn’t expect it to happen so quickly!

"Bang!"

At this moment, an old man dressed in a Zhongshan suit slammed the table!

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

The old man glared angrily at Ren Feifan, saying, "Lawless! Absolutely lawless! Ren Feifan, don’t think that just because you’ve done those things, you can do whatever you want. Do you really think you’ve climbed to heaven? Dream on! Without my consent, you’re nothing!"

Ren Feifan raised his head, glanced at the old man, eyebrows raised, and said, "And who are you?"

Wang Zhen quickly explained, "This is Fang Guodong, the founder of the Huaxia Military Equipment Group, a person who manages..."

Ren Feifan seemed to remember something. The Military Equipment Group in Huaxia was an extremely mysterious entity, not part of the Fortune Global 500, yet no one dared question its authority!

In recent years, the Group had been closely tied with Huaxia’s special organizations, seemingly producing something.

Previously, Ren Feifan thought it was just a rumor, but looking back now, such a situation truly existed.

He hadn’t expected to see the mysterious Group’s big shot sitting not far from him.

Fang Guodong stood up, looking down on Ren Feifan.

Although he knew Ren Feifan was a cultivator of great strength!

Yet, could he be stronger than the weapons their Group developed?

Fang Guodong knew well that if he gestured out the window, those things would unhesitatingly fire away, turning this young man, shining like the sun, into a beehive!

What was a cultivator! In Fang Guodong’s eyes, like smoke passing.

Fang Guodong’s gaze fell on Wang Zhen, cursing, "Wang Zhen, is this how you handle what I entrusted you? Are you stupid? What qualifications do you have to bring such a person in!"

Wang Zhen’s face turned ashy. He had no relation to Fang Guodong, yet Fang Guodong dared to berate him, which was quite displeasing.

But with so many leaders in the private room, he certainly couldn’t retaliate, merely nodded, "Mr. Fang, I’ll deal with it right away..."

Ren Feifan’s eyes gradually covered with a layer of coldness, raised his head and looked at his counterpart with interest, saying, "Are you Fang Guodong?"

"You know me?" Fang Guodong was momentarily stunned, surprised that Ren Feifan recognized him. However, after thinking for a moment, given his indisputable authority, recognition wasn’t out of the ordinary.

"Sorry, don’t know." Ren Feifan said blandly, then his gaze intensified, "But, what makes you think you have the right to boss him around? I think the one who should leave is you!"