Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 260 - 89: Iron Crumbled Like Mud (Part 3)

"Thud!"

The iron lump fell to the ground.

This scene left everyone in the room astonished. Even Tian Liang, who had some understanding of Fang Zheng's strength, found his breath catching.

Crushing iron into mud!

Is this something a human can do?

Fang Zheng looked up, his gaze cold.

"Damn!"

Zhang Yong abruptly changed his expression and turned to flee.

In the next instant.

A huge force appeared out of nowhere, smashed into his waist and abdomen, lifted him off the ground, and hurled him towards the glass on the side. He crashed through the glass and fell towards the ground below.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound followed.

"Let's go!"

Fang Zheng adjusted the trench coat draped over his shoulders, turned around, and amidst the horrified and fearful gazes of others, walked calmly towards the exit.

......

"Bang!"

A figure crashed through the glass and fell from the third floor to the ground.

"Again?"

Lu Huanhuan got out of the car, shaking her head speechlessly:

"That guy Fang is really a jinx; wherever he goes, there's unrest."

"Chief Lu." Officer Lin asked:

"What do we do now?"

"What else can we do?" Lu Huanhuan rolled her eyes:

"Call an ambulance!"

This time it was the third floor, not the ninth. Although the person who fell was barely breathing, they were clearly still able to move and hadn't died.

"Yes, yes." Officer Lin nodded quickly, took out his phone, and made the call.

Before the ambulance arrived, Fang Zheng and his group had already exited the restaurant. Surrounded by others, he exchanged a distant look with Lu Huanhuan.

At the same time.

Two women walked shakily out of the hotel across the street, led by people in black suits.

"Boss."

Tian Liang murmured:

"It should be them, the textile factory workers, one of whom was trapped by someone else."

"Hm." Fang Zheng nodded, uninterested. In fact, if the people from Yu Hua hadn't directly taken them from the factory workshop, he wouldn't have bothered to intervene.

He looked at Lu Huanhuan:

"Chief Lu, we meet again."

"Yes indeed." Lu Huanhuan raised her eyebrows gently:

"Following Boss Fang, I feel like a lackey in a gangster film, with things constantly needing to be handled."

"Just joking." Fang Zheng laughed:

"Who would dare to command you, Chief?"

"Heh…" Lu Huanhuan chuckled softly, approaching the trembling Jian Yue and Xu Tong as she pulled out identification:

"Ladies, I'm Deputy Chief Lu Huanhuan of the Public Security Bureau, do you need any help?"

The two women, wearing disposable slippers, wrapped in thin coats, with disheveled hair and red eyes, shivered even more when hit by the cold wind.

Seeing Lu Huanhuan approaching, they instinctively took a step back but relaxed a bit upon hearing it was the Public Security Bureau.

"Then we'll trouble you, Chief Lu." Fang Zheng nodded, glancing at the two women:

"Remember to return to the factory tomorrow, take a rest at noon, but don't be too late."

"Boss!"

Xu Tong, who had seen Fang Zheng when she first joined the factory, initially thought he was just an ordinary wealthy boss but now realized he had a deep background.

Her face flushed with excitement, nodding repeatedly:

"We... won't be late."

Fang Zheng made no comment and got into the car after Tian Liang opened the door.

The black business car merged into the long street.

The crowd watched the vehicle until it disappeared from view, then slowly retracted their gaze, exchanging complex looks with one another.

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Qu City has the Porcelain Association, the Qu Business Association, and similar small circles.

Some merchants gather together for mutual support, exchanging resources, and strengthening relations while expanding their network, even growing their businesses.

Such business associations are very common.

Large business associations wield an extremely fearsome influence, like a certain country's Skull Society, which can even influence other nations' governments to some extent.

Xia Country also has several top-tier business associations.

To put it nicely, business associations are about cooperation and mutual benefit; to put it bluntly, they're about collusion and resource monopoly.

The Celestial Disc Association,

is this kind of business association.

This year's gathering included an invitation for Square Porcelain.

"Unexpected..."

Looking at the firearms in front of him, Fang Zhengyin mused: 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Who would've thought Qu City still has a place like this?"

"This is the Ancestral Hall, which used to honor the sages of Qu City through the ages. Thirty-five years ago, it was purchased by seven major members of the Celestial Disc Association and turned into a private club," Xia Hong explained in a low voice beside him:

"Apart from various business association gatherings or very special VIPs, this place is usually not open. However, as a member of the Celestial Disc Association, you can stay and enjoy here."

"I'm only here today thanks to you."

"Private club..." Fang Zheng looked around, nodding in admiration:

"Really impressive!"

The Ancestral Hall spans several hundred acres. The ancient courtyard, despite being closely packed, doesn't feel crowded; the pavilions and rock formations are exquisitely designed.

Facilities like indoor basketball court, swimming pool, massage..., are naturally available.

There's even an exclusive golf course at the back.

And,

there's a small shooting range to experience real gunfire.

In Xia Country, golf courses, and shooting ranges are already extremely rare, and adding the word private makes it even more uncommon.

However, Xia Hong saying she needed his help to get in was surely a lie, given her familiarity with the place, it's not her first time here.

"The Celestial Disc Association has extremely strict requirements for membership. Even if you meet the criteria, you need to wait three to five years to see if the business environment changes."

Xia Hong remarked:

"Boss Fang is definitely an exception!"

The Celestial Disc Association has already announced that if Fang Zheng wishes to apply, next year there will be an extra member spot available for him.

"Three million a year in membership fees isn't cheap."

Fang Zheng laughed:

"I'll consider it."

"What's there to consider?" Xia Hong pouted:

"A mere three million might be a significant amount for others, but for Boss Fang, it's just a drop in the bucket."