Chapter 6829
You'd Better Be Really a God
Emperor Tianyan!
This man, renowned throughout the western region and even the entire Dragon Kingdom, had a name as sharp as a sword, inspiring fear in all who heard it.
He wields immense power, with countless skilled subordinates. People from all walks of life, including the underworld, business, and politics, treat him with utmost respect.
And this young man actually... actually called Di Tianyan by his full name?!
The casualness and indifference in his tone, devoid of any reverence, made it seem as if he were... summoning a servant who was always at his beck and call?!
The old snake felt its head buzzing and its thoughts becoming chaotic.
He couldn't believe his ears and wondered if he had misheard.
But Xiao Chen's calm and confident expression forced him to believe it was true.
He glanced at Xiao Chen furtively, his heart filled with doubt and awe. Just who was this young man? How dare he so boldly call Di Tianyan by his name?
The old snake felt a chill, like a cold, venomous snake, rapidly winding its way up from the soles of its feet and straight to the top of its head!
The chill instantly permeated his entire body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
He has been at the helm of this Qujiang Club for decades. This club is like a kingdom he has carefully built, where he has met all sorts of influential figures.
There are business tycoons who can control the market and decide the life and death of countless companies with a few words.
There are also high-ranking officials who are adept at maneuvering in the political arena, and their every word and action is related to the policy direction of a region.
Even these usually aloof and imposing figures instantly change their expressions and show deep awe whenever the words "Emperor Tianyan of the War God Alliance" are mentioned.
Their eyes revealed fear and apprehension; they dared not even breathe loudly, as if raising their voices even slightly would attract that terrifying presence.
However, the person in front of me...
“Mr. Xiao…” Old Snake felt as if something was blocking his throat, making it dry and uncomfortable, and every word was extremely difficult to say.
He bent over with all his might, bending even lower, almost at a ninety-degree angle, like an arch bridge bent under heavy pressure.
His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, a tremor like leaves swaying in the autumn wind, revealing his extreme tension and unease, "Boss..."
No, the boss is already on his way and will be there soon!
"Please...please go into the private room and rest for a while..."
Xiao Chen didn't say anything more, only calmly hummed in response. The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it struck the old snake's heart like a heavy hammer.
He then stepped into the VIP room that Old Snake had arranged for him.
His steps were unhurried, each step steady and firm, as if he were not in an unfamiliar private room of a club, but in his very familiar living room at home.
The private room was extremely luxurious; once you entered, it felt like stepping into a dream world.
The space is spacious enough to accommodate dozens of people for a gathering without feeling crowded at all.
Beneath your feet is a top-quality cashmere carpet with a warm and smooth feel. Its soft texture is like walking on clouds, making you want to step on it a few more times.
Several ancient-style calligraphy and paintings hang on the wall, each exuding a strong cultural atmosphere.
With the old snake's keen eye, he naturally recognized that one of the paintings was a copy by Gu Kaizhi of the previous dynasty.
Gu Kaizhi was a master in the history of Chinese painting. His works, which have been passed down to this day, are all priceless treasures.
Although this copy is not the original, it is absolutely a rare treasure, and one can only imagine how much effort and money went into acquiring it here. The air is filled with a faint, calming aroma of top-quality agarwood.
The agarwood, like a gentle fairy, softly caresses people's olfactory nerves, sweeping away all restlessness and unease.
The furniture in the private rooms is made of the finest wood, with exquisite carvings and smooth lines, showcasing unparalleled luxury and refinement in every detail.
The old snake carefully closed the door for Xiao Chen, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a precious piece of porcelain, afraid of making the slightest sound.
After retreating into the corridor, he straightened up abruptly only after the heavy doors completely blocked out the young man's view.
Only then did he feel as if he had woken up from a terrible nightmare, and he let out a long, silent breath.
The turbid air, like the pressure in his heart, was slowly released with this breath.
He subconsciously touched his back and found that it was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, soaking his shirt.
He shook his head with a wry smile, secretly relieved that he hadn't made any mistakes, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.
He raised his hand and vigorously wiped the sweat from his forehead, the beads of sweat glistening faintly under the light.
His eyes were as complex as a bottomless pool, intertwined with indescribable frustration and a hint of... absurd anger!
That frustration was like a tangled mess, twisting and turning in his heart, impossible to untangle.
The anger was like a burning flame, flickering faintly in his heart, yet carrying a sense of absurdity.
"I am the old snake of the Qujiang Club!"
He gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between them, filled with resentment and indignation, "In this sea of clouds, who doesn't know the name of me, Old Snake?"
If I stomp my foot, the entire underground world of Yunhai will tremble!
Many wealthy family heads have to treat me with utmost respect and call me "Master!"
He couldn't help but recall the scenes of those wealthy family heads bowing and scraping before him, their faces beaming with smiles. They treated him with utmost respect, as if he were a supreme emperor.
"But what about today?"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with an uncontrollable anger, "How dare I bow and scrape before a mere brat like a grandson!"
Not even daring to breathe?!
What's going on?
What a joke!
His hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
He recalled how groveled he had been in front of Xiao Chen, and felt like a clown whose dignity had been trampled underfoot.
If it weren't for his boss, Di Tianyan, using an unprecedentedly stern tone on the phone, almost roaring, ordering him to serve this "Mr. Xiao" as if he were serving his own father, and threatening that any slight negligence would result in him "bringing his head to meet him," how could Old Snake possibly lower himself to put up with such humiliation!
In all his years at the Qujiang Club, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his chest heaving violently like a wild beast that had been provoked.
"Hmph! Kid, you'd better be as amazing as the boss says!"
otherwise……"
A sinister glint flashed in the old snake's eyes; its gaze was like a sharp blade in the cold night, icy and piercing. (End of Chapter)