I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Dongcheng District has always been known as "Dongfu" in the city, and it is no exaggeration to say that every inch of land is worth its weight in gold.

To be able to open a large hotel covering several thousand square meters in such a place can be described as having considerable wealth and resources.

Those who can book the top-floor banquet hall in such a hotel are naturally either very rich or very powerful.

The car slowly drove into the parking lot. After parking, the driver, Xiao Zhao, got out first, then walked around to the back seat and opened the door.

Xue Jing stepped out of the car and looked around.

The spacious parking lot was filled with luxury cars and sports cars whose names he didn't know, and the people getting out of the cars were all well-dressed and had an impressive presence.

They chatted and laughed as they walked into the Ruizhu Hotel.

After getting out of the car, Xue Jing put his hands behind his back and followed Xiao Zhao, who was leading the way, inside.

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Chapter 61 Jing-ge! ?

Xue Jing followed the driver, Xiao Zhao, into the automatic doors of the Ruizhu Hotel.

His clothes were simple and plain, and he should have been inconspicuous, but his appearance and temperament were so outstanding that he attracted the attention of many people along the way.

"Huh? Who is that person?"

A robust young man with a strong face, dressed in a white outfit that allowed for easy movement, pointed to Xue Jing not far away and asked in confusion.

"Judging from his clothes, he seems to be a martial artist. He shouldn't be a second-generation rich kid attending the banquet... Which dojo is he a disciple of? Was he also invited to be in charge of security? He's too young."

Beside him stood a man in a suit. He glanced at Xue Jing and Xiao Zhao beside him, compared them in his mind, and smiled:

“Master Li, that should be a top disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo.”

Upon hearing this, Li Zhaoquan's eyes twitched, and he asked in confusion, "I've met all six direct disciples of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, including the youngest girl. I don't recognize this kid."

"Are you saying people aren't allowed to take on new disciples?"

Someone nearby made a sarcastic remark.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhaoquan turned and glanced at the other person.

"Zhang Daqing, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Daqing, tall and thin, wearing a navy blue suit, stepped forward, put his elbow on Li Zhaoquan's shoulder, and gestured towards Xue Jing in the distance.

"'Dragon King' Li Qi has long said that he would take on seven disciples. This is probably the seventh one. He's been kept quite secret. He's already capable of doing things, but no one in the circle knows about him yet. He's probably been secretly teaching him for a long time, and they're probably planning to use him to make a name for themselves."

Li Zhaoquan curled his lip:

"What can a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair do? It's just that today's commission is probably just a formality, so Li Qi sent him here to get some credit and broaden his horizons. It would be good enough if he didn't hold us back."

He glanced at Xue Jing's appearance and chuckled:

"Who knows, they might still want this pretty boy to come and hook up with a few rich young ladies."

Zhang Daqing clicked his tongue, shook his head and sighed, "Don't say that. You might not even be able to beat him. I see that his lower body is very stable. Every step he takes is the same distance, no more and no less. His upper body doesn't sway at all. Obviously, he has excellent body control and his skill in channeling energy has reached a high level."

Li Zhaoquan scoffed, shaking the large muscles on his arm: "What's the use of using strength well? Even if he can make ten times the effect with one unit of strength, he'll still be killed with one punch against a fist of a hundred or a thousand times the strength. It's meaningless."

Zhang Daqing rolled his eyes: "I have no way to communicate with you bunch of meat lumps."

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"Master Xue, look."

Xiao Zhao took a blueprint from the hotel lobby and spread it out in front of Xue Jing.

"This is a map of the banquet hall," Xiao Zhao explained.

He pointed to a circled area on the map.

"We have hired six security guards today, each responsible for a specific area. You are in charge of this area."

"Once we're in the banquet hall, I'll leave everything to you."

Xue Jing carefully examined the map, memorized it all, nodded, and smiled, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

As the two walked towards the elevator, Xiao Zhao gave several more instructions along the way, which Xue Jing remembered one by one.

Since he was there to make money, his work attitude was quite serious.

After following Xiao Zhao through several elevators, Xue Jing arrived at the twenty-second floor of the Ruizhu Hotel.

"If you keep walking straight down the corridor, you'll reach the banquet hall. Today, Young Master Ye has booked the entire venue and instructed that no unauthorized personnel are allowed to approach unless absolutely necessary. I can't go in, so I'll just accompany you this far."

Xiao Zhao's attitude remained as respectful as ever.

Xue Jing nodded and turned to walk towards the banquet hall.

He hadn't gone far, just around a corner, when he saw a double door. He walked over and pushed it open.

Xue Jing had assumed that the banquets hosted by these wealthy and powerful second-generation individuals would be like those in the movies, with countless men and women elegantly toasting and discussing things that ordinary people would find difficult to access, accompanied by melodious piano music.

However, as soon as he pushed open the banquet hall door, he heard a series of loud, booming noises.

“everybody——”

"Let's get hyped!!"

Amidst the cheers and shouts of revelry, neon lights flashed throughout the venue.

Xue Jing was slightly taken aback, looking at the extremely incongruous DJ booth in the center of the hall, and the DJ on it who was dressed in hip-hop style clothing, wearing headphones, and whose hands were rubbing the table surface as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"Huh? Did we go to the wrong place?"

He silently left and glanced at the floor.

22nd floor, banquet hall.

"This is the right place, isn't it?"

He pushed the door open again and went inside.

The loud and energetic music started playing again. Xue Jing looked around the banquet hall. Above him were several exquisite and gorgeous crystal chandeliers, the walls were decorated with art murals and sculptures, and under his feet was a whole patterned carpet. The overall decoration style was obviously classical.

There's just a DJ booth that inexplicably appeared in the middle...

"Why don't you just go to a disco?" Xue Jing said, somewhat speechless.

Why would someone book such an expensive hotel banquet hall just to find another place to go clubbing?

Watching dozens of well-dressed young people swaying and bobbing to the loud music, Xue Jing smiled but didn't pay much attention.

Anyway, he was only there to be in charge of security, and what the people attending the banquet were doing was none of his business.

Even if he opens the door and sees dozens of people sitting there playing imprat, his job for the day remains the same.

Xue Jing surveyed the hall, compared it with the map he had just seen, and then headed to his assigned area to patrol it.

In the distance, he also saw several people whose figures and demeanors clearly indicated they had practiced martial arts; these were likely other disciples from the martial arts academy hired by Ruizhu Hotel.

At this moment, the noisy music came to an end. As the last drumbeat finished, several large crystal chandeliers on the ceiling lit up, and the originally dim hall immediately became bright.

A dozen or so staff members walked in through the main entrance, dismantled the DJ booth in the center of the hall, and carried the parts out one by one.

Xue Jing nodded. It seemed that clubbing was just one of the activities for tonight, not the main purpose.

As the lights came on, he became more noticeable.

"Hmm, who is that?" The wealthy young ladies nearby who saw him immediately lit up.

But before they could make a move, a muscular man dressed in white walked towards Xue Jing.

"Are you a newly accepted disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo?"

The man was quite direct; as soon as he approached Xue Jing, he immediately asked the question.

The commotion attracted the attention of those nearby.

Not far away, a group of men and women standing together, each holding a wine glass, also looked over.

"Hmm? What happened over there?"

"I can't believe it," Ye Chenglin, the organizer of the banquet, asked in confusion.

"It seems like two security guards were arranged by Ruizhu's side... Did a conflict break out?" someone replied, a look of interest on their face.

"Let's go take a look!"

Ye Chenglin immediately smiled.

The group immediately headed towards where Xue Jing was, including Pei Youguang.

He scratched his head and followed behind his older brother, Pei Tiancheng.

When he got closer, he casually glanced at the two security guards who were clashing, picked up his glass, took a sip of wine—pfft!

"Jing...Brother Jing?"

Upon seeing a familiar figure standing in the center of the room, Pei Youguang couldn't help but spit out his wine in astonishment.

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Chapter 62 Was he on drugs?

"Which dojo is that disciple from? He looks really good, but he's a bit too young."

"What is that bastard Li Zhaoquan trying to do? Is he bullying a child?"

Disciples from various schools of martial arts also came forward to join in the fun.

Zhang Daqing chimed in from the side, "That one is said to be a newly accepted disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo. Today should be his first public appearance."

"Hidden Dragon Dojo? So, he's the 'Dragon King's' last disciple?"

"Why don't you hold a ceremony to celebrate the apprenticeship? Things have been so quiet in the circle lately, it's not interesting at all."

"You don't know this, but that person has always been very discreet when it comes to taking on disciples. Apart from his first disciple, Meng Boshang, who is unaware of the situation, all the other disciples were taken on quietly..."