Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Oh my God, screaming for gender equality every day, and what do we get? A total screw-over.

Women have their exclusive buses, and they even get their own Labor Women's Day every year. What about us, the great male brethren?

On Women's Day, we serve our wives; on Children's Day, we serve our kids; on Mother's Day and Father's Day, we serve our parents. When will we get a Macho Men's Day, huh? How about calling it 'Macho Men Clash'?

"Hey, Ning Han, why do I feel like you harbor such hatred towards men?"

"Don't look at people with tinted glasses or speak with negativity."

"Men and women, after all, are both human; let's not be like that."

"How come when a woman has several lovers, she's said to have a story, but when a man has several mistresses, he's labeled a heartbreaker?"

Ning Han elegantly sipped her red wine, swirling the glass, her lips crimson as if stained with blood—ah spit, why am I suddenly quoting lyrics?

"Did your girlfriend catch you cheating with another woman?" Ning Han asked.

Ye Ling nodded earnestly, giving a thumbs up: "You really have sharp eyes, tsk tsk, those ladies, each one wilder than the last."

"That group? How many did you find?" Ning Han asked, taken aback.

Ye Ling sighed deeply and shook his head: "Not too many, just four or five? No, to be accurate, it should be six or seven, counting you."

Ning Han froze, then her complexion darkened: "It seems you really are a scumbag."

"Well, the scumbag fixed your scar, didn't he? How about that?"

"Scumbags just have that ability, the power to reach the skies."

"This young master here is nicknamed 'Whirlpool Li Xiaobai,' once the champion of the International Fancy Double Hand Exercise Competition."

Ning Han slapped her forehead. This guy is a total nutcase, speaking nonsense: "You drink by yourself. I won't join your madness, you lunatic."

As she spoke, Ning Han turned to leave, but Ye Ling refused to let her go. With a fierce pull, he brought her directly into his arms.

One hand was already starting to misbehave, and emboldened by alcohol, Ye Ling didn't care anymore.

"You asshole! Let go of me, or I swear I'll chop off this hand of yours!" Ning Han felt Ye Ling's inappropriate moves and couldn't help but yell.

Ye Ling smirked: "You trying to scare me? Let me tell you, the Immortal Emperor isn't so easily frightened."

"Go ahead and chop; you've got to have the skill. Besides, even if you did chop off my hand, it's always better than going back to those crazy witches," he said with the nonchalance of a pig unfazed by boiling water.

Ning Han clenched her teeth. Had this bastard really written her off?

"Hey, gorgeous, how about I help you get rid of that scar today?" Ye Ling chuckled, a flash of cunning in his eyes, scaring Ning Han into struggling to flee.

The guy was clearly drunk. Although Ning Han really wanted to remove the scars on her body—after all, no woman wants imperfections on her skin—

this jerk dared to make such an unreasonable request that she simply couldn't agree to—no, she absolutely shouldn't agree. To trade oneself for a few scars?

But her body reacted to his embrace—what the hell was that?

The burly men standing nearby all turned away promptly. Hell, who dares to watch their boss being molested? Whether you intervene or not—

Can't really decide, huh? Haven't you seen the boss was half-hearted about it too? Who knows if the boss really wants to offer herself to this scumbag.

Regardless, Ye Ling's brain was already numb from the alcohol, so he didn't care whether Mu Ninghan was struggling or not. As long as he could get his fill of touching, that's enough. People should cherish what's in front of them and enjoy comfort when they can.

Just as the two of them were pushing and shoving, a big guy with a burly frame wearing a black tank top rushed to Mu Ninghan's side, his face filled with urgency.

"Big sis, Hei Long is here!" After the man spoke, the several lackeys nearby all had a wary look on their faces.

Mu Ninghan's face instantly turned grim after hearing this, "Quit messing around and let's talk later, we've got trouble."

This time, Ye Ling didn't keep pulling at Mu Ninghan but pondered, "Hei Long? Is it the Hei Long from Hei Long Gang?"

The indisputable underground King of Huayang District was the Hei Long Gang. Although it might not be considered much in the entirety of Donghai City, in Huayang District, they were undoubtedly an existence no other gang or organization would dare to provoke.

Mu Ninghan nodded, a serious glint in her eyes. Although the Hongjing Association was strong, the Hei Long Gang had a long-standing influence in Huayang District. If it came to a head-on fight, the Hongjing Association was likely no match for them.

"So, he wants to annex your Hongjing Association?" Ye Ling asked with confusion. This was also the most realistic thought; after all, when it comes to organizations, who wouldn't want a larger territory? With a larger domain, there'd be more resources, and their reputation would grow.

Mu Ninghan nodded, then shook her head, leaving Ye Ling somewhat confused. What exactly do you mean? Is it, or is it not?

"That Hei Long came to me three months ago, demanding that I submit to him and merge the Hongjing Association into his Hei Long Gang. I ignored him."

"One month ago, he sent people to deliver a final ultimatum, saying that if I did not agree, he would launch a bloody cleansing on the Hongjing Association."

"Yesterday, people from Hei Long Gang came, and I led my men to drive them out. I didn't expect the Hei Long Gang to come again today. I fear this time, the odds are not good."

Mu Ninghan's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp light flickering within. The Hongjing Association, which she had founded single-handedly, was her life's work; there was no way she would merge it into the Hei Long Gang.

Not to mention that Hei Long also wanted Mu Ninghan herself. Given her character, she'd rather be broken jade than intact tile.

The moment Ye Ling heard this, he loudly slapped the table, his eyebrows fiery and eyes ablaze, "That ignorant Hei Long, daring to force himself on my chick, ah no, my woman!"

"Watch today as grandpa doesn't strip him of his bones, calling himself Hei Long, grandpa will turn him into a black worm today!" Ye Ling said fiercely. This was just too bullying. Could a mere gang leader touch a woman reserved by the Immortal Emperor himself?

What a joke. With the Immortal Emperor here, even if the Hei Long Gang deployed special forces, it would be useless.

At this moment, at the entrance of the Imperial Dynasty Disco, a dense crowd surged into the disco. Each one was carrying a Mountain-splitting Knife that gleamed chillingly, looking fearsome.

The man leading them had a head as black as a bear, resembling that character from Journey to the West who stole cassocks; If not for the spotlight shining on him, Ye Ling would have hardly noticed his presence.

"Hei Long Gang is handling business, anyone unrelated get the hell out!" The one in the lead was Hei Long himself, holding a Mountain-splitting Knife and shouting menacingly.

Hei Long Gang?

Inside the disco, where people were wildly unleashing their inner heat, everyone was taken aback. Then, seeing the oppressive crowd at the entrance, their faces turned pale, and they all frantically scrambled out.

"Heh heh, Mu Ninghan, did you take Dragon Lord's words as a breeze past your ear?" Hei Long sneered maliciously.

Mu Ninghan didn't speak, her brow slightly furrowed. Instead, Ye Ling burst out, pointing his finger and shouting loudly.

"Hey, who's this bear demon, not giving up and surrendering!"