Brilliant Hotel is one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in Yanjing, and people come and go. The cost of a meal here is the cost of food for an average family of three for several months.

Jiang Zhen followed Zhao He to the Brilliant Hotel, the luxurious decoration of the hotel was the first time Jiang Zhen saw it, Jiang Zhen secretly sighed, no wonder many people were afraid of the Brilliant Hotel, but many people were tired of it.

The twelve-storey Brilliant Hotel doubles its cost with each floor it goes up, and the quality of service inside is also doubled. Twelve symbolizes the number of emperors, implying that the twelfth floor will be an emperor-like enjoyment, of course, if you want to go to these twelve floors, you can't just go up with money. Everyone who reaches the twelfth floor is not only rich, but also powerful.

Zhao He had obviously booked a banquet, and as soon as the two entered the Brilliant Hotel, a hotel waiter invited them to the twelfth floor.

The twelfth floor of the Brilliant Hotel is very quiet, with a fragrance like the orchid of the Grace Valley, which is refreshing. While soothing people's mood, it also increases people's appetite. Obviously, the owner of the Brilliant Hotel is a very thoughtful person.

The entire twelfth floor is divided into many private rooms, except for a large hall.

Under the leadership of the hotel waiter, Jiang Zhen came to a box called "Purple Moon Pavilion".

The Purple Moon Pavilion was large, but it was empty. In the palace-like Purple Moon Pavilion, there was only one old man sitting alone.

"Elder Hong, little brother Jiang Zhen has been invited over. Zhao He said respectfully to the old man in the Purple Moon Pavilion, Hong Hexuan.

Seeing Zhao He coming in with Jiang Zhen, Hong Hexuan got up from the Nanmu chair and walked towards Jiang Zhen step by step. Tiger walks in a dragon, not inferior to young adults in momentum, and does not look like an old man at all.

"Jiang Zhen's little brother is willing to come to the appointment, and Hong feels very honored. Hong Hexuan said with a smile to Jiang Zhen. Reach out and shake it with Ginger Marks' hand.

As soon as Jiang Zhen shook his hand, he felt a majestic force surge, and his whole hand seemed to be caught by an iron clip.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Since the other party intended to be tempted, Jiang Zhen would not give in, and the true qi in his body was running, and the majestic true qi surged towards his hand to block the force in Hong Hexuan's hand.

Feeling the majestic true qi in Jiang Zhen's hand, Hong Hexuan's eyes flashed with fine light, and he glanced at Jiang Zhen with appreciation. At the same time, his hands are urging a little bit of true qi.

Zhao He on the side had already retreated far away, and when Jiang Zhen and the two of them were running their true qi at the same time, a momentum that made people feel a sense of oppression spread, although Zhao He was good, he couldn't stop the momentum of the two ancient warriors.

Zhao He looked at the windless clothes and hair of the two of them, and his eyes flashed with envy.

After about a minute or two, the two of them still didn't know whether they won or lost, looked at each other, and at the same time withdrew their true qi, stopping this silent battle.

"Little Brother Jiang has such cultivation at a young age, he is really a hero. Hong Hexuan clasped his hands into fists, greeted each other with ancient etiquette, and praised Jiang Zhen in his mouth. In just a few minutes of battle, Hong Hexuan understood Jiang Zhen's cultivation better, Jiang Zhen not only had the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, but also had an internal force far purer than that of ordinary ancient martial artists.

"Elder Hong, you have also reached the threshold of breakthrough, I'm afraid it won't be long before you can go further. Jiang Zhen also saw Hong Hexuan's cultivation realm from the competition, and he would soon be able to break through to the peak realm of refining qi and transforming gods, which was already a very good cultivation.

After a competition, the three of them sat down, and it is a habit of Chinese people to talk about things at the dinner table. It can be seen that Zhao He spent a lot of money on this meal, and a few bottles of superb Moutai on the table, two Lafite wines, and a large table of famous dishes add up to at least three or four hundred thousand.

Here, Zhao He, the president of the Kowloon Club, became the one who served tea and water, and personally poured fine wine and wine for Jiang Zhen and Hong Hexuan. Zhao He didn't feel any discomfort in his heart, he knew that not everyone was qualified to pour wine for the ancient martial artists.

The three of them chatted while drinking, and they also chatted happily, but most of them were Jiang Zhen and Hong Hexuan chatting, both of them were ancient warriors, and they talked about a lot of things. But Zhao He couldn't interject. can only listen quietly to the world-longing world in the mouths of the two of them.

Just when the three of them were talking happily, a loud noise suddenly broke the atmosphere of the three of them.

The three of them put down the wine glasses in their hands and looked at the door of the Purple Moon Pavilion together, because the sound came from that door.

"Bang ......" was another loud bang, as if someone was about to bang on the door and rush in.

Zhao He's face sank, he got up from his seat and walked towards the door. A good banquet, chatting very happily, but it was disturbing at this time, how could Zhao He not be angry, he had repeatedly explained that the people in the hotel could not be disturbed.

Zhao He opened the door, his face sank, and the majesty of a hegemon exuded from him, and he beckoned to a waiter and asked, "What's the matter?" Didn't you say that you can't be disturbed?"

The waiter came up and bowed and apologized: "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, I just had a guest make trouble and hit your door, I'm really sorry." ”

It's not uncommon for hotel guests to make trouble, especially in larger hotels, where some guests like to flirt harshly with their waiters or get drunk and get into arguments with other guests. And those male guests who drink and have hot heads and flirt with beautiful waitresses are the things that happen the most.

Today, it was also the male guest who molested the waitress, and the man drank too much, so he had to pull the waitress and let her accompany her for the night. When the waitress disagreed, the two parties had an argument, and in the process of pulling, they accidentally collided with the door of the Purple Moon Pavilion.

Zhao He listened to the waiter's explanation and looked at the hall not far away, and there were indeed some people gathered there, as if they were arguing, and the sound of the girl crying could be faintly heard.

However, Zhao He didn't want to meddle in things, and it was the right thing to entertain Jiang Zhen now. So he said to the waiter, "It's okay, don't let anyone disturb us anymore." ”

Seeing that Zhao He did not pursue it, the waiter hurriedly nodded yes.

Just as Zhao He was about to close the door, a voice stopped him.

"President Zhao, wait. Zhao He turned around and found that Jiang Zhen was already standing beside him, his eyes staring at the place where the accident happened not far from the door.

"Little Brother Jiang, what's wrong, don't you know someone over there?" Zhao He asked as he looked not far outside the door.

Jiang Zhen didn't speak, staring blankly at the people in the distance, the whole person seemed to be sluggish, falling into boundless memories. Slowly walked towards the short distance.

Zhao He saw Jiang Zhen's strange expression, so he followed together.