A silver Land Rover worth over half a million stopped at the entrance of the community, and the door of the back seat opened. A white, chubby man stepped out.
Yes, this chubby man had a face full of pale, tender flesh, and his bowl cut made his head appear even larger.
The white chubby man was dressed very fashionably, with a big gold chain and a name brand sports outfit. Besides that, he was holding a cup of iced cola in one hand and a three-layered burger in the other, and he continued eating even after getting out of the car.
The white chubby man immediately spotted Qian and Lin Ye and said to the subordinates who had followed him out of the car, "No need for you to come along."
With that, the white chubby man walked over.
"You two must be the eldest and second disciples of Elder Cui. Nice to meet you. I’m Wan Hong," the white chubby man said with a smile.
Qian and Lin Ye looked Wan Hong over.
Qian didn’t show much expression, while Lin Ye subconsciously revealed a look of disgust.
Wan Hong seemed not to notice and continued, "It’s , my grandpa had something going on and couldn’t make it, but considering you two are disciples of Elder Cui, he sent me here to hold up appearances and cheer you on. If you find me useful, I’m happy to help. If not, no problem, I’ll leave at once and won’t bother you two."
Wan Hong’s face was filled with tender white flesh, and his smile seemed genuinely innocent.
However, there’s a certain truth.
The more wicked someone is, the more innocent they appear!
Even though Lin Ye disliked Wan Hong, he knew this white chubby man wasn’t as simple as he appeared.
"It might turn into a fierce battle. Are you sure you want to go with us?" Qian said, revealing the stakes to Wan Hong.
Wan Hong replied with a smile, "No worries, no worries. I’m just here to cheer you on. Besides, to avoid disappointing you two, I also brought many people along. They’re right behind, ready to assist whenever needed."
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Wan Hong laughed, "Afraid of dying? Of course I am, but I’m a lucky guy and don’t usually die easily. Moreover, I don’t have any personal grudges with the target. I’m just here to cheer you on. Haha."
Lin Ye sneered and didn’t say more, but what Wan Hong said made Lin Ye feel even more disgusted.
They originally wanted to invite Wan Feiyang here to support them, but Wan Feiyang didn’t come. Instead, he sent his grandson, clearly indicating he didn’t want to get involved easily.
"Wan Feiyang, you really are a sly old fox!" Lin Ye coldly laughed to himself.
Fang Yi had prepared a lot of delicious food, a whole table’s worth. Various dishes tempted the appetite, and no matter the perspective, the food was incredibly delicate and tasty, no worse than a five-star hotel.
A large round table full of mouth-watering dishes, it was overwhelmingly sumptuous!
Song Wuliang was not surprised; he had seen Fang Yi cook before and knew that Fang Yi’s culinary skills were truly extraordinary.
However, Gui Ziyue and Di Xiaotong were both astonished. They had seen Fang Yi’s ruthless side and never expected such a fierce person to have such excellent cooking skills.
"Old Zhao, Old Mao, go wash your hands!" Fang Yi called out.
Zhao Guosheng and Mao Yanfeng went to wash their hands.
"Fatty Song, go get the drinks!" Fang Yi said.
Fang Yi took off his apron and sat down at the edge of the round table.
Di Xiaotong and Gui Ziyue were still standing there, not moving. The two seemed a bit awkward.