Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

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The man who sprayed the faucet twitched the corners of his mouth and pointed at Ye Ling with trembling fingers, asking, "May I ask what deep hatred or major grievance do you have with the owner of this car?"

Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, then stood up and patted his hands, "Brother, who are you?"

"I know you—I heard Shen Yuexin mention you in the hall just now. Ye Ling, Shen Yuexin's man," said the young man, taking a deep breath.

"Ah, one of our own, eh? Do you also have a feud with Liu Jie?" Ye Ling, upon hearing his name mentioned, was excited. It seemed he was indeed talking to one of his own.

The young man nodded, "I'm Mo Xing; my old man is Mo Zidao, the secretary of Donghai City. My dad holds sway over Liu Jie's dad, and Liu Jie and I are sworn enemies."

Ye Ling suddenly froze—Mo Zidao's son? Wasn't that the guy who appeared at Lin Yuqing's grandfather's birthday banquet?

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Damn, the Crown Prince of Donghai City actually has this kind of hobby? Enjoying attacking other people's cars?

"The car you younger brother attacked, was it Liu Jie's car?" Ye Ling suddenly remembered something.

Mo Xing nodded, giving a knowing look, and inexplicably seemed quite pleased with himself as he shuddered comfortably.

Ye Ling was dumbfounded. The waters run deep, and there are big shots everywhere—this big shot's hobbies are certainly quite unique.

"Turns out I got the license plate wrong. Same as Liu Jie's—I didn't know whose piece of junk this was, with only one letter different from his plate," Ye Ling nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

Mo Xing inhaled deeply and tried hard to keep a smile, "The car you vented on is my piece of junk."

Ye Ling displayed an embarrassed look. Truly, he had actually attacked the wrong car—what a mess this turned out to be.

"What a mess this has turned into. Here's what, I'll call someone to replace a wheel for you right now; don't worry, I'll make sure it's replaced with a high-quality domestic one," said Ye Ling, tilting his head back in a carefree manner.

Mo Xing's face darkened, "Little brother, you seem rather proud of yourself, huh?"

"I never take pride in anything. It's all about modesty, hehe, modesty is my true nature, you know," Ye Ling said as he patted Mo Xing on the shoulder.

"Forget about it, I'll get someone to fix it. I get the feeling you're a jinx system incarnate; if I let you fix the car, I'm worried it might disappear entirely," Mo Xing said perceptively.

Ye Ling nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Bro, you're truly righteous. But I see you've been quite irate lately? That urine color is pretty dark, huh?"

Mo Xing shook his head, "Let's not talk about that, brother. Our relationship now, it's even tighter than wartime comrades who've fought side by side. Let's head back and I'll treat you to drinks after the banquet tonight."

The two of them actually became real close over an incident involving urine, hitching shoulders and calling each other brothers. The world is truly marvelous, and sometimes one might not believe that a bond of brotherhood with a top heir of the city could come from a puddle of urine.

"Brother, I saw how handy you were with that fork just now," said Mo Xing with a sly smile all of a sudden.

Ye Ling was startled, then immediately nodded, "Haha, a man of the same stripe, you know what I mean."

The next moment, only to hear a few 'pop pop' sounds, the alarm of the parking lot rang out, and the two men burst into laughter and scampered off.

Once back in the hall, Ye Ling looked at Mo Xing with growing admiration. This heir was not bad, quite straightforward, and worth befriending.

"Bro, tell me, what kind of deep grievance can there be between you and Liu Jie, two of Donghai City's top young masters, that it warranted your younger brother's own involvement?" Ye Ling was genuinely curious—really.

Mo Xing clenched his teeth in anger, "I just can't stand his hypocrisy, simply can't stand it."

"Refreshing, no problem there, the biu Buddha," Ye Ling gave a thumbs up in approval.

Suddenly, Ye Ling's eyes halted, and he rubbed them vigorously. Mo Xing looked at where Ye Ling's gaze was directed and then adopted a knowing expression.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Bro, you want to hit on this chick? She's not easy to pursue, her dad is our Public Security Bureau Chief, and he has a notoriously bad temper, with the nickname 'Tyrant Flower.'"

Ye Ling nodded, "Anyway, she is quite hot-tempered, pretty much like her father."

The person in question was Ning Yushan. Tonight, she wasn't dressed in her police uniform but in a dazzling red gown.

The tightly cinched waistline accentuated her graceful figure, and the low-cut design at the front made numerous men long to catch a glimpse of the fair scenery her chest offered.

Ning Yushan, holding a glass of champagne, glanced around and saw Ye Ling staring intently at her. Her face turned red, but in the next moment, it darkened.

However, just then, Shen Yuexin came over to Ye Ling, taking his arm, "Let's go, the banquet is about to start."

Ye Ling nodded, and Mo Xing also stood up. Everyone proceeded to the tables arranged around the hall and took their seats.

"Ahem, distinguished guests, welcome to the An Xin Charity Banquet co-hosted by Huamei Group and the Children's Foundation."

"The purpose of this evening's banquet is to bring love to the children who are suffering, and with your generous support, I believe they will live better, happier lives and have a wonderful childhood."

"Our society is very healthy, but there are always places where the sunshine cannot reach, places where children struggle just to have enough to eat."

"They yearn for help from society, and all of you seated here are elites in various fields. I believe everyone here has a compassionate heart."

"Perhaps by cutting back a little on our daily expenses, we can offer more to those poor children."

"Let them wear warmer clothes, sleep on softer beds, and have more meat to eat."

"The orphanage has limited funds, so if we can extend a helping hand, I believe it will make the children feel grateful and cared for."

After the speech, everyone clapped. Ye Ling's face was serious; having grown up at the bottom of society, he knew that everything the host said was true, and in fact, not even the whole truth.

In the orphanage, abandoned children lived and grew up with insufficient food and inadequate clothing. In winter, their little hands would freeze and crack like chicken claws, exposing raw red flesh, a sight that broke the heart.

Just as the host was about to continue, a young man stood up, scratching his head, "I mean, in this day and age, how is it possible that there are still people struggling just to eat? You must be kidding."

"Even if you want us to donate money, just say it. Why tell these lies to fool us?"

After speaking, the young man laughed with the people next to him, and sitting beside him was none other than Liu Jie.

Ye Ling was stunned. His heart felt as if it had been stabbed by the young man's laughter. He was not like the wealthy elites sitting there, high above, seemingly not of this world.

He had emerged from the lower echelons of society and had seen all too much of its cold realities.

But, if you don't like donating money, if you don't like doing good deeds, couldn't you just sit quietly and watch, was it necessary to say such things?