One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Are all cultivators in China so quick to change their expressions?!

"Cough... Ouch! My goodness!"

Zhao Fangxu was a shrewd man who had seen his share of ups and downs.

As soon as the pressure subsided, he immediately realized that Zhang Tianyi had given him a way out.

The chairman of NaDuTong naturally managed to force a bright, warm smile.

He took two steps at a time and walked straight to the door, perfectly breaking the deadlock.

"Wang! Welcome to Beijing!"

Zhao Fangxu proactively extended both hands, his tone brimming with enthusiasm:

"You must be tired from your long journey! There was a slight disturbance in the lobby just now; the security personnel were conducting their routine drills. We apologize for the inconvenience!"

What the hell is this routine drill?!

Ron of Behemoth, standing nearby, twitched at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this blatantly false explanation.

But at this moment, no one dared to provoke that bad luck.

There was a step down, and everyone ran faster than anyone else.

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Praise God, you've finally arrived. This exercise arranged by Chairman Zhao... is truly impressive, hahaha, hahaha..."

The several arrogant and domineering superhumans, who had just been so arrogant, now tacitly ignored the unconscious subordinates lying on the ground and gathered around King Nathan with their wine glasses, starting to exchange pleasantries.

As for Ivanov?

Those alchemists hadn't dared to utter a single word the moment their guild leader was kicked over.

They hurriedly helped up the bruised and battered Ivanov and slunk out through the side door of the banquet hall.

He didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.

……

In the center of the venue, Zhao Fangxu was skillfully managing the proceedings, introducing the representatives from various countries to King Nathan one by one.

Next to the buffet table in the corner.

"That's it?"

Zhang Tianyi was holding a plate with two tomahawk steaks on it.

He glanced at King Nathan, who was surrounded by the crowd, and complained to Zhang Chulan beside him:

"Chu Lan, you raved about Nathan Island in the car, making it sound like some kind of magical place. I thought I was going to see a monster with three heads and six arms."

"So, this little brat can become a queen? She looks like a recent college graduate, with hardly any flesh on her bones."

The more Zhang Tianyi talked, the more she felt cheated, and she poked the beef on her plate with her fork:

"It's boring. The most important thing is that I, Dao Ye, even spent a long time perfecting the background music for this entrance."

"She's quite something, not much pomp but quite a big shot, she even arrived later than me?"

In the capital city, you expect me, a Daoist priest, to wait for her? Isn't that utterly rude and lacking in manners?

Zhang Chulan stood to the side, holding a wine glass filled with iced tea.

He was sweating bullets as he listened to his advisor's possessive and earnest remarks.

My goodness!

That person is the king of an independent force; it's international practice for him to arrive a little late and be the grand finale!

Do you really have to argue about who arrived first?!

"Master, Master, please calm down!"

Zhang Chulan quickly put on a smiling face, reached out to cut the steak on Zhang Tianyi's plate, and fawned over him, saying:

"What is your status? You are someone who stands in the atmosphere and looks down on all living beings! Even if she is a queen, she is a local tyrant on a remote island. How could she understand the rules here?"

"She arrived late; that's because she wasn't fortunate enough to be among the first to witness your unparalleled beauty! Let's not stoop to her level!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes darted around, and he quickly changed the subject, pointing to the food on the long table:

"Master, please try this Wellington steak, it'll definitely suit your taste. Tonight's bill is all on Chairman Zhao, let's eat our fill and bankrupt them!"

"You're good at talking, kid."

Zhang Tianyi snorted, then looked away, forked a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, the cooking time is just right."

Just as the grandfather and grandson were exchanging their food experiences.

Suddenly, a rapid chewing sound came from the side.

"Crunch! Smack! Smack!"

Zhang Tianyi turned his head and looked.

Feng Baobao, now dressed in a black fitted suit, had somehow taken over the prime spot in the dessert area.

She held a large lobster claw in her left hand and a plate in her right.

The plate was piled high like a small mountain, filled with delicate French cakes.

Her face was expressionless, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, as she frantically stuffed food into her mouth.

"Zhang Chulan".

Feng Baobao swallowed a large mouthful of lobster meat, pointed to an empty plate next to her, and said indistinctly:

"We're out of that red ointment. Go and bring me another bowl. That one's chewy."

"My goodness, that's top-quality Iranian caviar! It's sold by the gram! Are you going to eat it like Lao Gan Ma chili sauce?!"

Zhang Chulan covered his face, feeling utterly exhausted from his job as an assistant.

"Being able to eat is a blessing, why do you care about her?"

Zhang Tianyi, however, became interested.

He put down the plate in his hand, rolled up the cuffs of his suit, and walked over to Feng Baobao.

"Baby, you're eating fast!"

Zhang Tianyi casually picked up two king crab legs, each bigger than his palm, and defiantly raised his chin:

"Come on, let's have a contest. Let's see who can eat all the food off this long table today. The loser has to pull weeds in the yard tomorrow."

"Have it."

In Feng Baobao's blank stare, the competitive spirit of a hard-working person instantly ignited.

She put down her fork and grabbed a roasted lamb leg with her hand.

Thus, at this international banquet filled with elegant attire and clinking glasses among industry giants...

A strange corner appeared.

A handsome Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly refinement, and a cool and aloof young girl.

As if in a competition, the two of them swept away the various top-quality ingredients on the table with their hands, which moved like afterimages.

The empty plates in front of them were stacked up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those foreign strangers in the distance.

Ron, Lilia, and the others were still exchanging pleasantries with King Nathan.

But out of the corner of their eyes, they kept their eyes fixed on Zhang Tianyi in the corner.

When they saw the man who had just been like a demon god descending to earth, whose aura had made people vomit blood.

At this moment, he was shamelessly fighting with a girl over a crab leg.

They even glared at each other because one of them ate an extra piece of abalone.

These important figures, accustomed to grand occasions, did not find it laughable; instead, they felt a deeper sense of dread.

“Mr. Ron…”

Mrs. Lilia lowered her voice:

"Is this person...is his mental state...something special?"

"The more capricious, willful, and disregardful of rules a strongman is, the more terrifying he is."

Because you never know whether he'll smile at you or snap your neck the next second.

Ron nodded in deep agreement and swallowed.

He silently labeled Zhang Tianyi in his mind—

[A madman you absolutely must not mess with!]

"Pass down the order: while in China, everyone stay away from the man in the white shirt. Anyone who dares to provoke him will be kicked out of the organization."

Ron whispered instructions to his men behind him.

Under Zhao Fangxu's skillful control, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually returned to normal.

Soothing music flowed.

Just as Zhang Tianyi put a piece of salmon sashimi into her mouth, preparing to start the next round of competition with Feng Baobao.

A steady, soft sound of footsteps stopped behind them.

Excuse me.

A cool, clear female voice sounded from behind Zhang Tianyi.

Zhang Chulan was holding a napkin, about to hand it over, when he heard the voice and instinctively turned his head.

King Nathan, accompanied by two bodyguards, walked through the crowd and came straight to their corner.

She stood quietly behind Zhang Tianyi.

Those calm eyes were fixed on Zhang Tianyi, who was focused on cooking.