"Mr. Ye, this hundred-year-old Fire Ginseng is a treasured medicine long kept by our Du Family. My father and I have decided to gift it to you as a token of our gratitude, and we hope you will accept it."

As Du Tianhao spoke, he took out a red box and placed it in front of Ye Luo, opening it to reveal a wave of scorching aura that diffused into the air.

Inside the box lay a ginseng, but this ginseng was not like any ordinary ginseng; it was entirely red and radiated a burning presence.

A look of surprised delight crossed Ye Luo’s face; he had not expected the Du Family to possess such a rare medicinal specimen like the Fire Ginseng.

With Ye Luo’s ability, he immediately felt the dense energy contained within the Fire Ginseng; it was definitely a rare medicinal herb aged several hundred years—perhaps even qualifying as Spiritual Medicine.

With this Fire Ginseng, Ye Luo’s strength was bound to receive a significant boost, and he naturally accepted it without any hesitation.

"Thank you."

Ye Luo said lightly, while Du Tianhao and Du Guoli both wore a slight smile.

Afterward, Ye Luo and father and son Du Tianhao promptly started drinking together, quickly becoming friendlier; Du Tianhao did not put on any airs of a secretary.

"By the way, Secretary Du, I would like to ask for your help, if it’s not too much trouble?"

After downing a few bottles, Ye Luo looked at Du Tianhao and spoke.

"What is it? Just say it, Mr. Ye—as long as it’s not illegal, I will do my utmost to help."

Du Tianhao said with a sincere face.

"I have a friend who is the deputy director of the Zhonghai Economic Office, but he lost his position because he offended someone from the Shen Family of Zhonghai. I was wondering, Secretary Du..."

Ye Luo trailed off his last few words, but it was apparent that Du Tianhao had already understood.

"Mr. Ye, I seem to have heard that you and the young master of the Shen Family competed for a string of jewels at an auction. Could this be related to that incident?"

With eyes that narrowed slightly, Du Tianhao gazed at Ye Luo, clearly having a comprehensive understanding of Ye Luo’s affairs.

"It’s not directly related, but it’s still the Shen Family’s doing. I’m not sure if you could help, Secretary Du."

"Rest assured, Mr. Ye, Tianhao will definitely take care of this matter. If he dares neglect it, I certainly won’t let him off," said Du Guoli with a resolute look before Du Tianhao could speak, forcing a wry smile onto the lips of his impressive son.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Ye, I’ll take care of this issue."

"Thank you."

Ye Luo replied, his eyes suddenly sharpening as he caught a glimpse of something unusual, his ears twitching slightly.

"Mr. Du, Secretary Du, I urgently need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back."

Not far from the private room where Ye Luo was, a group of people had gathered, divided into two factions. All were dressed lavishly, exuding an air of untamed opulence; they were clearly the wealthy and influential heirs of Zhonghai’s elite families.

The two groups faced off against each other, with Ling Xiaofeng leading one side; however, his expression was extremely dark, his gaze coldly fixed on a young man opposite him.

The young man was dressed in white Armani casual wear, his eyes carried a defiant look, accompanied by a lofty air of superiority, as he gazed disdainfully at Ling Xiaofeng.

"Ling Xiaofeng, do you really think your Ling Family can stand against the Shen Family now? Be a good boy and go back to wherever it’s cool for you to stay."

The young man had a disdainful and icy expression as he sneered.

"Shen Yunlong, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have the Shen Family backing you. I reserved this deluxe private room in advance, so what gives you the right to try to take it over? Where’s your sense of reason?"

Ling Xiaofeng clenched his fists, his face dark as he stared down his opponent.

"Hmph! What does it matter if you reserved it? I, Shen Yunlong, have never wanted for anything I couldn’t have. I’ve decided on this deluxe private room, now I’d like to see what you can do about it."

The young man Shen Yunlong looked at Shen Yunlong with a mocking expression on his face.

"Gentlemen, please calm down. Let’s not spoil the harmony, shall we?"

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit stood in front of Ling Xiaofeng and Shen Yunlong, speaking with a furrowed brow. He was Wang Dongfang, the manager of the Zixuan Clubhouse.

Both young masters were well-known scions of two major families in Zhonghai. If he didn’t handle this situation properly, and it affected the regular operation of the Zixuan Clubhouse, his days as the manager would be over.

"Manager Wang, I was the first to reserve this deluxe private room. Is this how the Zixuan Clubhouse does business?" Ling Xiaofeng looked at the manager with an ugly expression on his face.

"This..."

Wang Dongfang also looked embarrassed, not sure what to say. Though he knew the deluxe private room had been reserved in advance by Ling Xiaofeng, now Shen Yunlong had his eye on the same room, and he couldn’t refuse him either.

After all, Shen Yunlong represented the number one family in Zhonghai; even if the Zixuan Clubhouse wasn’t afraid, offending him could have a significant impact.

"Haha, young Master Shen is mighty and domineering. Ling Xiaofeng really thinks he can compare to Master Shen? He’s simply humiliating himself."

"That’s right, Master Shen is the young master of the number one Shen Family in Zhonghai. How could the Ling Family even be mentioned in the same breath?"

"I heard that Ling Xiaofeng’s sister, Ling Qingya, is with that waste of a son from the Ye Family. What a pity for such a beautiful flower like Ling Qingya, to be put on a pile of cow dung. She’d be better off letting our young Master Shen play with her."

A young master with eyes full of wicked thoughts sneered, and the others standing with Shen Yunlong burst into raucous laughter.

"Exactly, Ling Qingya does look quite fine, so it should feel amazing to press her down and gallop on top of her one of these days."

Shen Yunlong’s eyes brimmed with lust as he licked his lips with a lewd smile.

Boom!

Just then, a thunderous sound erupted as Shen Yunlong was indulging in his fantasy about Ling Qingya; he was struck as if by a heavy blow, flying out and crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, everyone present was too slow to react, their eyes revealing a look of stupefaction as they stood there dumbfounded.

"Ah..."

Following Shen Yunlong’s agonized scream, the group was jolted out of their daze.

"Young Master Shen, are you all right?"

Several of Shen Yunlong’s companions changed their expressions and hurried over to help him up from the ground. Shen Yunlong’s mouth was stained with fresh blood, his face deathly pale with a look of pain and ferocity.

At that moment, everyone’s gaze turned to a certain person; that figure was none other than Ye Luo, who had suddenly appeared on the scene. Ye Luo casually dusted off his pant legs, slowly retracting his foot—clearly, he was the one who’d sent Shen Yunlong flying.