150: Their temperaments are becoming more and more alike.

The next morning, Chen Heng stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.

“Not bad.”

Changing into his signature black robe, Chen Heng stepped out of the room.

Today was the opening day of Old Liu’s son’s Hundred Objects Tower, and Chen Heng naturally wouldn't forget it.

He was always like this: ruthless to his enemies, but exceptionally lenient to his own people.

If anyone else were in his position, they would view Old Liu’s request as an insult.

But Chen Heng was different; to him, Old Liu coming to him for help was a sign of trust and respect.

“Big Brother Chen, where are you off to?” As soon as he stepped out of his room, Chen Heng saw Bai Jun, disheveled, fetching water in the courtyard to wash his face.

“How did you get into such a state?” Chen Heng frowned, looking at Bai Jun, who was indistinguishable from a beggar, and asked.

“Oh, the Heaven-Grade blood and qi replenishing pills were too potent; it took me an entire night to absorb them.”

“And some stagnant blood was expelled from my body, so I ended up like this.”

Bai Jun spread his hands helplessly, continuing to rinse his body with ice water.

“Stagnant blood?” Chen Heng’s eyes suddenly sharpened, and he walked over to ask.

“What happened? When did you get injured?”

“Big Brother Chen, are you serious?” Bai Jun stopped his movements, a large question mark above his head.

“All these internal injuries of mine were caused by that punch of yours!”

“Look, the big fist print on my chest is still there!”

“...” Chen Heng was speechless and wisely chose not to speak further.

“Right, come with me in a bit.” Chen Heng pulled out the startling swan sword from his Huai and tossed it to Bai Jun.

“What, who are we going to deal with?” Bai Jun suddenly became excited.

Having fully absorbed the Heaven-Grade blood and qi replenishing pills, Bai Jun’s strength had advanced further, and he was itching for a fight.

But if it were the old Bai Jun, he would never have been so interested in fighting.

One could only say that he had been influenced by his company.

After spending some time with Chen Heng, that old brute, Bai Jun’s personality was almost becoming like Chen Heng’s.

Like an old stick of dynamite, ready to ignite at the slightest spark.

“Not going to fight, just coming with me to join in the fun.”

Chen Heng shook his head; why did this kid seem to be getting more and more irritable?

“No fighting, huh…” Bai Jun was a bit disappointed and went to change clothes, holding the startling swan sword.

A few minutes later, the two, dressed neatly, pushed open the gates of the Chen Family Mansion.

“The Master.”

Old Liu had been waiting at the entrance of the Chen Family Mansion since early morning, just for Chen Heng to appear.

“Let’s go.” Chen Heng nodded and took Bai Jun with him into his exclusive carriage.

As soon as Chen Heng became the vice gang leader, his carriage transformed from a White Tiger Hall exclusive to a Five Spirits Gang Headquarters exclusive carriage.

The Five Spirits Gang’s emblem was carved on both sides of the carriage, and all who saw it respectfully made way.

It was known that only three people could ride in this carriage.

One was Gou Longxun, another was the Qiyang City Lord, and the third was Chen Heng.

However, the City Lord had not shown his face for many years, so now only Chen Heng and Gou Longxun were qualified to ride in this carriage.

Whenever this carriage appeared on the street, everyone knew it was a top-level Five Spirits Gang official traveling, and they would obediently stand on both sides of the road.

“The Master, isn’t it a bit too ostentatious for us to bring out this carriage?”

“I’m just a coachman; isn’t it a bit inappropriate?”

Old Liu had never seen such a display and was somewhat timid and hesitant.

“What are you afraid of? Just drive your horse; I’ll take responsibility if anything happens.”

Chen Heng grabbed the wine pot from the carriage and took a swig.

“Alright then.” Old Liu felt completely at ease after hearing this.

He had almost been scared to death when he brought this carriage out from the Headquarters earlier.

Normally, he always drove the White Tiger Hall’s carriage around; this was his first time with this one.

He had only heard of this carriage; riding in it himself was a first.

But who would have thought that the people on the street didn't even dare to look at the carriage.

They all stood with their heads bowed by the roadside, waiting for the carriage to pass.

This terrified Old Liu, and his heart kept pounding.

If the gang blamed him, he would accept the punishment, but he couldn't implicate Boss Chen.

Old Liu’s son’s Hundred Objects Tower was on Qilin Street, the most prosperous street in Qiyang City.

The location here was excellent, only slightly inferior to Chen Fugui’s street.

But even so, this street could be called an inch of land for an inch of gold.

At this moment, a three-story building on this street was surrounded by people.

“Have you heard? This Hundred Objects Tower actually invited two of the city’s three major business firms.”

The Shopkeeper of a nearby stall said to the person next to him.

“It’s more than just those two big firms; I heard that two Five Spirits Gang Outer Deacons were also invited.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, this Hundred Objects Tower has such a strong background, able to invite even Five Spirits Gang Outer Deacons.”

The Shopkeeper smacked his lips, his expression a mix of envy and jealousy.

“Mu Ling Business Firm arrives!”

A shout drew everyone’s attention there.

A three-horse carriage with a large character 'Mu' printed on it drove through the crowd.

A beautiful woman, supporting a white-haired old man, stepped down from the carriage.

Then, a young girl with a long sword at her waist followed, jumping down.

It was Mu Wanqing, of the Mu Family!

“Qiuqiu, we are here today to congratulate someone, so don’t throw a tantrum.”

“This young man is the Fourth Young Master of the Flowing Cloud Business Firm in Heming City; he might just be your ideal husband.”

Old Man Mu patted Mu Qiuqiu’s little head.

“Understood.” Mu Qiuqiu nodded, obediently following behind Mu Wanqing.

Ever since she was beaten by Chen Heng to the point of urinary incontinence last time, Mu Qiuqiu had lost her former arrogant Aura.

She had become much more humble.

“White Tiger Hall Outer Deacon Qin Ming and Azure Dragon Hall Outer Deacon Xing Lin, sirs, arrive!”

Another shout rang out, and everyone very wisely moved aside, leaving the main path clear.

At the entrance of the Hundred Objects Tower, Gui An was all smiles, exchanging pleasantries with the guests.

However, Liu Fuzhuang, standing by, had a rather grim expression.

Although he knew his father drove a carriage for an important figure in the White Tiger Hall, he didn't know for whom.

Old Man Liu’s mouth was quite tight; he had never discussed gang matters with his family.

“Brother Liu, when will the important figure you mentioned arrive?”

Gui An escorted Qin Ming and Xing Lin inside, then looked at the troubled Liu Fuzhuang with a smile.

“Young Master Gui, don’t worry, he’ll be here soon.”

Liu Fuzhuang was extremely anxious, already regretting partnering with Gui An in business.

Although they both contributed equally, his connections were simply not as good as Gui An’s.

He couldn't recall what had happened back then; how had he been so deluded?

“Brother Liu, you didn’t just invite some small fry, did you?” Gui An narrowed his eyes, casting a mocking glance at the people inside the Hundred Objects Tower.

Just as Liu Fuzhuang was consumed by anxiety, an exclamation of surprise erupted from the crowd.

“This…” The Household Servant responsible for shouting was also frozen in place, looking at the carriage before him, unsure what to do.