Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Dragon Gate?

Everyone who could afford to be here was a member of the upper class. How could they possibly not have heard of the terrifying force that called the shots in the dark underworld?

In an instant, faces filled with fear, people instinctively began to back away.

Dragon Gate, that was an existence terrifying beyond measure, definitely not something that could be taken down with money alone. You had money, but Dragon Gate had even more.

The manager quietly made a phone call to the boss. After all, with such a big incident, although his boss had substantial backing, the Fei'er Family and Dragon Gate were both forces one wouldn't want to provoke.

Feilas was forcefully dragged by Cao Hong to where Ye Ling and the others were. Ye Ling looked at this man who was still furiously enraged and couldn't help but sneer.

Kid, you're on death's doorstep and still clueless. I'll see just how tough you can be.

"Hall Master, I've brought him. This is Feilas,"

Cao Hong spoke respectfully. Ever since the massacre on Sicily, he had immense respect for the new leader of Dragon Gate, not just for his position, but more importantly for his strength and tactics.

"You're the Hall Master of Dragon Gate? I'm telling you, release me now, or else even Dragon Gate won't be able to shoulder this responsibility!"

Feilas bellowed insanely. In the past, things might have been different, but now, hmph, it was not yet certain who would live and who would die.

Ye Ling sneered coldly, "Speak up. You had the people from the 'Divine' group kidnap three Huaxia people. Who instructed you to do it? Don't tell me it was your own idea; you don't have the guts for that."

Upon hearing this, Feilas immediately burst into laughter, "Kid, so you're standing up for them, huh? I'm telling you, it's not wise to stick your neck out. Better keep quiet, or you won't even know how you died."

Slap! Cao Hong landed a heavy slap on Feilas's face, the sound ringing out. Feilas, with his frail body, directly fell to the ground, dazed and disoriented.

"How dare you hit me? You bastard, do you know who I am? Our Fei'er Family is a descendant of the Apostles; you dare to strike me, a mere nobody!"

Feilas suddenly covered his face, screaming almost madly. Damn it, a nobody, you're not the Hall Master, and you dare to hit me?

"Speak, or you're in for it, and in the end, you'll still have to talk. Why bother with all this?"

Ye Ling smirked slightly, but Feilas on the other side sneered viciously, "Kid, I'm telling you, our Fei'er Family is no longer the family it used to be. It would be costly to go after me."

"This cost, Dragon Gate cannot afford. So, you better think it through!"

Ye Ling shook his head and stood up, "Since you don't want to talk, so be it. Cao Hong, call his damn father to pay the ransom."

With that said, Ye Ling stood up and started walking out, with everyone following him. Cao Hong, with a fierce smile, directly grabbed the guy by the neck and dragged him outside.

Feilas roared madly, "Let me go! Let me go, call the police right now, hurry, or notify my father. Whoever helps me, I'll give them a million Dollars!"

A million Dollars. Even though the people here were all rich and noble, they were still moved. Ye Ling sneered and ignored some of the signals being sent around.

He intended to make old Fei'er show up. Otherwise, how could he find out more? And this guy, at a glance, was clearly nothing but a scapegoat.

As they reached the restaurant entrance, suddenly a middle-aged man walked in, followed by a densely packed crowd. An aggressive presence spontaneously arose.

"So this is the esteemed Dragon Head, right? I think it's a bit lacking in gangland loyalty to do something like this on a brother's turf, leaving me with no place to save face," he said.

"Plus, we all know each other. The guy behind me is Hei Hu, the Hall Master of Hei Hu Hall in the Big Circle, so we're practically friends. Don't you think it's a bit improper to act like this?"

Daoer, the owner of this restaurant, was quite irritated. Knowing that Dragon Gate was not to be messed with, he even brought up the Big Circle. After all, they're both Chinese organizations, so he thought they should give each other some face.

As for those pizza-slinging ghosts from Sicily or Italy, he didn't even consider calling them.

The whole scene was shaken up a month ago when Dragon Gate aggressively wiped out the Sicilians. It sent shivers down many spines.

Ye Ling was taken aback for a moment. The Big Circle? When did the Big Circle get involved in this? So he looked at Ouyang Zhennan beside him.

Clearly, Ouyang Zhennan was also unaware of this. He stood up and said, "Who gave you the guts to get involved with Dragon Gate matters without my orders?!"

As the words fell, the numerous strong men behind Daoer all gasped in shock. Damn it, how come the Dragon Head is here? Daoer, you really screwed us over.

"Brother, Ouyang Brother, this has nothing to do with us, okay? We just came to mediate, it really has nothing to do with us!"

Hei Hu, the leader of this group, quickly stepped forward. Damn it, they had hit a wall now. Going against their own boss, wasn't this just asking for death?

Ouyang Zhennan waved his hand, "All of you scram. When you get back, I'll deal with you!"

Whoosh, the group disappeared in an instant. Daoer quickly dragged Hei Hu aside, who had a dark look on his face: "Are you trying to get me killed or what? That's our Big Circle's Dragon Head, you're really something, Daoer!"

After saying that, he walked away angrily. Daoer, however, was dumbfounded. What did this mean? Did he just get the Big Circle's brothers to threaten their own Dragon Head?

"Daoer, right? I believe that cruise ship is also yours. We would like to go aboard and wait for someone. Would that be alright?"

What could Daoer say? With a mournful face but forcibly smiling, he invited Ye Ling and the others aboard.

The cruise ship had three luxurious, extravagant levels. On the second was a so-called nightclub, and on the third a gambling hall, where Ye Ling and his companions went straight to.

"Bet with me. If I win, you tell me the reason behind all this. If I lose, I'll let you go."

Ye Ling approached an empty table, riffling through a deck of cards, while Feilas beside him clenched his teeth, struggling against Cao Hong's grasp.

"Fine, I'll bet with you. But let's add a stake, ten billion Dollars. Do you have the guts?" Feilas roared, confident in his skills at gambling and womanizing, certain he wouldn't lose, that's why he dared Ye Ling to a challenge.

Ye Ling leaned back and chuckled coldly, "Why wouldn't I take the money if someone's giving it away?"

Feilas burst into laughter, "Alright, you said it! The rest of you, clear off and let your young master sit down."

Mo Xing, standing behind Feilas, sneered and slapped Feilas onto the gambling table.

"I let you gamble, but that doesn't mean I gave you any respect. You want a seat? Stand for me. Talk back again and I'll cripple you!"