Rebirth in the Dragon Kingdom: The Strongest Blade

On the third floor of the hotel, in another, even larger private room.

This private room was even more luxurious than Lin Zhe's, with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls and the dining table laden with delicacies. The seven or eight young people sitting around the table were all dressed smartly, and the expensive watches on their wrists gleamed dazzlingly under the lights.

Seated at the head of the table was a young man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a tailored suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle. His name was Wang Shaofeng; his father was a leader in a powerful department in Jinghua City, and his mother was a well-known local entrepreneur. Within this circle, he was undoubtedly the core figure.

"Young Master Wang, your father is getting promoted again, isn't he?" A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses offered a fawning toast.

Wang Shaofeng smiled faintly and took a sip of his wine: "It's not decided yet, don't spread rumors."

"That's definitely a done deal! Everyone knows Uncle Wang's capabilities!"

"That's right, that's right! Young Master Wang, you'll have to look after us brothers from now on!"

A group of people were showering them with flattery. Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open, and the blond-haired man and the slick-haired man, who had gone into the wrong room earlier, stumbled in.

"Young Master Wang... Young Master Wang!" the blond-haired man exclaimed excitedly, "We went into the wrong room just now and saw an absolutely stunning beauty! Her aura and looks are far superior to those of celebrities!"

The slick-haired man chimed in, "Yeah! It was a bit cold, we wanted to get to know each other, but those guys in her private room tried to fight!"

Wang Shaofeng wasn't particularly interested in these topics, but upon hearing "stunningly beautiful woman," he raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Which one?"

"Right next door, 301! Young Master Wang, you didn't see it, those guys were so arrogant! If we hadn't run fast, we might have gotten beaten up!"

These words were half true and half false, but enough to arouse the "righteous indignation" of this group of spoiled young men.

"What?! You dare touch my brother?!" A fat man slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Young Master Wang, this can't be left like this!"

"Exactly, are we going to let outsiders bully us on our own turf?"

"Let's go see! I want to see who's so arrogant!"

Fueled by alcohol, the group started making a ruckus. Wang Shaofeng initially didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't resist the crowd's encouragement, and having also been drinking, he impulsively said, "Fine, let's go see. If it's really as you guys say, then we'll have to get to know them properly."

A group of people stood up abruptly, left the private room, and headed straight for room 301.

In private room 301, Lin Zhe and his seven companions had just picked up their chopsticks again.

"Where were we?" Longya picked up a piece of braised pork. "By the way, Longlin, is your injury really healed?"

Long Lin stretched his left shoulder: "It's a minor injury, nothing serious. The doctor said I need to rest for another two weeks and can't do any strenuous exercise."

"Then you'd better stay put for the next two weeks," Long Qing said calmly.

As they were talking, the door to the private room was kicked open violently with a "bang".

Wang Shaofeng walked in first, followed by seven or eight followers, filling the small private room to the brim.

Lin Zhe and the other six looked up at the group of uninvited guests.

Their expressions were calm, without panic or anger, as if they had only seen a few flies fly in. This calmness, however, surprised Wang Shaofeng and the others.

Normally, if a group of people suddenly kicked down the door and barged in, a normal person would either be startled or question them. But these seven people didn't even raise an eyelid.

"It's them!" the blond-haired man pointed at Long Qing. "Young Master Wang, it's this woman!"

Wang Shaofeng's gaze fell on Long Qing, and his eyes lit up. She was indeed beautiful, and her aloof temperament was something he had never seen before. Female celebrities in the entertainment industry were beautiful, but they always lacked something. This woman in front of him was different; she was like... like an ice lotus on a snow-capped mountain, cold and unapproachable.

He straightened his suit, flashed what he thought was his most handsome smile, and walked up to Long Qing: "Beautiful lady, my friend said you weren't very friendly just now. Is there some misunderstanding?"

Long Qing didn't even look at him and continued picking up food.

Wang Shaofeng's smile froze for a moment. He had never been ignored like this before in his entire life.

"Beautiful lady, give me some face." He reached out to pat Long Qing's shoulder. "I'm Wang Shaofeng, my dad is..."

Long Qing moved when her hand was only halfway out.

Her movements were so fast they were almost invisible. With a gentle flick of her chopsticks, she deflected Wang Shaofeng's hand, while her left hand gripped his wrist, twisting and pressing it down.

"Ah—" Wang Shaofeng screamed as he was pressed down on the dining table, his face pressed against the greasy plate, unable to move.

All of this happened so fast that by the time the others reacted, Wang Shaofeng was already lying on the table, groaning like a turtle whose shell had been held down.

"Young Master Wang!"

"Let go of Young Master Wang!"

The followers swarmed forward. But before they could move, Dragon Fang, Dragon Claw, Dragon Shadow, Dragon Thorn, and Dragon Scale had already stood up.

Without any extra movements, he simply stood up and stood in front of Long Qing.

Five people, five walls.

The fat man at the front tried to push Longya aside, but as soon as his hand touched Longya's shoulder, his wrist was grabbed and he was slammed to the ground with a clean and neat over-the-shoulder throw, his eyes rolling back in pain.

Another person tried to ambush Long Qing from the side, but was kicked in the shin by Long Zhao and fell to his knees.

The third man had just raised his bottle when Long Ying grabbed his wrist, twisted it gently, and the bottle slipped from his hand, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

In less than ten seconds, all seven or eight henchmen were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Throughout the entire process, Lin Zhe didn't even get up. He sat there, slowly sipping his tea, as if watching a boring farce.

Long Qing released his grip, and Wang Shaofeng staggered backward, clutching his wrist, his face deathly pale. Only then did he realize that he had messed with a tough opponent.

"You...you just wait!" he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with venom. "Don't you dare leave!"

After saying that, he led a group of followers and fled the private room in a disheveled state.

The private room fell silent again. The waiter stood nervously at the door, unsure whether to go in or leave.

"Clean this up," Lin Zhe said to the waiter. "The food's getting cold, heat it up."

"Okay...okay." The waiter quickly called for someone to clean up the mess.

Longya sat down again, grinning, "Long Qing, you're still as ruthless as ever. That kid's wrist is at least dislocated."

Long Qing picked up a wet wipe and wiped her hands: "Dirty."

The others laughed. To them, the earlier conflict was like children playing around, not worth mentioning at all.

"But then again," Long Ying pushed up his glasses, "that kid told us to wait, so he probably won't let this go so easily."

"Whatever." Dragon Thorn shrugged. "If they dare to come again, I don't mind stretching my muscles."

Lin Zhe put down his teacup: "Don't make a scene. Our identities are special; attracting attention is not good."

"I know," Longya nodded. "We know what we're doing."

The seven continued eating and chatting as if nothing had happened.

Parking lot outside the hotel.

Wang Shaofeng and his group huddled together in a disheveled state. Wang Shaofeng's wrist was swollen, and he was sweating profusely from the pain.

"Young Master Wang, let's call the police!" said the blond-haired man.

"Call the police my ass!" Wang Shaofeng glared at him. "What would we say if we called the police? That seven or eight of us were beaten up by a woman? How embarrassing!"

"Then... what should we do?"

Wang Shaofeng gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and dialed a number: "Brother Qiang, this is Shaofeng. Bring some men over to the Jinghua Hotel. I got beaten up. Yes, bring more men; the other guy is skilled in martial arts."

After hanging up the phone, his eyes flashed with a sinister light: "Let's wait until Brother Qiang arrives with his men and see if they're still so arrogant!"

About twenty minutes later, several vans drove into the parking lot. The doors opened, and more than thirty thugs got out, all carrying steel pipes, machetes, and other weapons. The leader was a bald man in his thirties with a blue dragon tattooed on his neck; he was clearly a gangster.

"Young Master Wang!" Bald Qiang strode over, his expression changing when he saw Wang Shaofeng's swollen wrist. "Who dares to do this?"

"It's inside, room 301." Wang Shaofeng pointed to the hotel. "Brother Qiang, if you help me settle this today, you'll get your share of the profits later."

Brother Qiang patted his chest confidently: "Don't worry, Young Master Wang, would we let outsiders bully us on our turf? Brothers, come with me!"

A group of people were about to storm into the hotel.

Seeing the commotion, hotel security guards quickly stepped forward to stop it: "Gentlemen, this is a five-star hotel, you can't cause trouble..."

"Get out of my way!" Brother Qiang shoved the security guard aside. "Do you know who this is? Young Master Wang! His father is a city leader! You try stopping him!"

Upon hearing this, the security guards dared not move. Those who could work as security guards in a five-star hotel were all shrewd people. Wang Shaofeng's father was indeed a powerful figure; they couldn't afford to offend him.

Brother Qiang led his men and swaggered into the hotel.

Upon seeing the commotion, the guests in the lobby quickly moved away. The receptionist immediately called the manager.

Qiang and his group went straight up to the third floor and arrived at the door of private room 301.

"This is it," Wang Shaofeng pointed to the door. "Brother Qiang, just leave the woman inside alive. As for the men... beat them to death!"

"Understood!" Brother Qiang waved his hand. "Kick down the door!"

Two thugs stepped forward and kicked open the door to the private room.

Inside the private room, Lin Zhe and his six companions had just finished their meal and were chatting over tea. When they saw someone else barge in, their expressions finally changed—not out of fear, but out of… impatience.

It's like trying to enjoy a movie, but someone keeps interrupting you.

"It's them!" the blond-haired man pointed at Long Qing. "Brother Qiang, it's this woman!"

Qiang entered the private room, his gaze sweeping over the seven people. When he saw Long Qing, his eyes lit up—she was indeed a beauty. But when his gaze swept over the other six, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

These people... are too calm.

More than thirty thugs armed with weapons burst in; any normal person would have been terrified. But these seven men didn't even flinch. Some drank tea, others chatted, completely ignoring them.

Brother Qiang's years of experience in the underworld told him that such a person was either a fool or... someone who was truly confident.

"Gentlemen," Qiang Ge said, suppressing his unease, "my brother says you guys hit him. We need to get an explanation for this."

Lin Zhe put down his teacup and finally looked Qiang Ge in the eye: "What explanation do you want?"

"It's simple," Qiang said. "First, have this beautiful lady have a drink with Young Master Wang and apologize. Second, you guys, kneel down and kowtow three times to Young Master Wang. That'll be the end of it."

After he said that, the private room was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Longya laughed. Not a cold laugh, but a genuine laugh of finding it funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Qiang Ge frowned.

"It's nothing." Longya stood up and stretched his neck. "I just haven't exercised in a while, so today is a good opportunity to practice."

He looked at Lin Zhe: "Can we make a move?"

Lin Zhe glanced at the time: "One minute. Don't let anyone get killed."

"Alright!" Longya grinned and walked towards Qiang Ge.

The thugs behind Qiang immediately raised their weapons and surrounded him.

But what happened next stunned everyone.

Longya moved with lightning speed. The first thug had just raised his steel pipe when Longya kicked him away, sending him crashing into the wall and collapsing to the ground. The second thug swung his machete, but Longya dodged to the side and punched him in the ribs, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

More than thirty thugs were like paper in front of Longya. One of them fell down in every move, without even a chance to fight back.

Dragon Claw, Dragon Shadow, and Dragon Thorn joined the fray. The four of them were like four tigers charging into a flock of sheep. Every punch and every kick was precise and deadly.

It's not murder, but it's more terrifying than murder—it targets joints and vital points, rendering you incapacitated without killing you.

Within thirty seconds, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground.

Qiang Ge's eyes widened, and the steel pipe in his hand clattered to the ground. He had been in the underworld for over a decade and had been in countless fights, but he had never seen anyone this skilled. This was no longer a fight; this was... a massacre.

Wang Shaofeng and his group of spoiled brats were also terrified. They finally realized what kind of person they had messed with.

One minute later, the battle ended.

More than thirty thugs lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Only Brother Qiang and Wang Shaofeng's group were still standing.

Longya clapped his hands, returned to his seat, picked up his teacup, and took a sip: "I feel good after stretching up."

Lin Zhe looked at Qiang Ge: "Is there anything else?"

Qiang Ge's legs went weak, and he immediately knelt down: "Big brother... big brother, I was wrong, I was blind to your greatness... please forgive me..."

Wang Shaofeng finally realized what had happened and scrambled to his knees, crying, "Big brother, big sister, I was wrong, I was really wrong... I was blind..."

Lin Zhe ignored them and looked at Long Qing: "You'll handle this?"

Long Qing stood up, walked to Wang Shaofeng, squatted down, and looked at him: "That's enough for today. If you still want to cause trouble..."

She didn't finish speaking, but her eyes said it all.

Wang Shaofeng shook his head frantically, "I won't dare! I won't dare again!"

"roll."

A group of people scrambled out of the private room, not even bothering to look after the thugs on the ground.

The private room fell silent again.

Lin Zhe looked at the others and said, "Let's go, let's find another place to have tea."

The seven people got up, paid the bill, and left the hotel.

From beginning to end, they didn't take these people seriously.

Because they are "hidden dragons," the nation's most loyal guardians, and the nation's weapons of war.

Getting entangled with these people is like a tiger being bothered by flies—annoying, but not worth getting angry about.