The Brilliant Hotel is the most luxurious five-star hotel in Yanjing City. The people who come and go are either rich or expensive. The cost of a meal here is the food expenses of an ordinary family of three for several months.

Jiang Hen followed Zhao He to the Brilliant Hotel. Jiang Hen saw the luxurious decoration of the hotel for the first time. Jiang Hen secretly sighed, no wonder many people are afraid of the Brilliant Hotel, but many people enjoy it.

The twelve-story splendid hotel, with each floor, the cost doubles, and the service quality inside also doubles. Twelve symbolizes the number of emperors, which means that the twelfth floor will be an emperor-like enjoyment.

, of course, if you want to go to the twelfth floor, you can't go up just by having money. Everyone who reaches the twelfth floor not only has money, but also has tremendous power.

Zhao He had obviously booked a banquet. As soon as the two of them 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 in the elegant valley, which makes people feel refreshed. It soothes people's mood and also increases their appetite. Obviously, the operator of the Brilliant Hotel is a very good person.

A thoughtful person.

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

Under the guidance of the hotel waiter, Jiang Hen came to a private room called "Purple Moon Pavilion".

Ziyue Pavilion is large, but very empty. In the Ziyue Pavilion, which is decorated like a palace, there is only an old man sitting alone.

"Mr. Hong, little brother Jiang Hen has been invited over." Zhao He said respectfully to the old man Hong Hexuan in Ziyue Pavilion.

Seeing Zhao He and Jiang Hen coming in, Hong Hexuan stood up from the nanmu chair and walked towards Jiang Hen step by step. He walked like a tiger and a dragon, and his momentum was not inferior to that of a young man. He didn't look like an old man at all.

"Hong is honored that little brother Jiang Hen is willing to come to the appointment." Hong Hexuan said to Jiang Hen with a smile. He stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Hen's hand.

As soon as Jiang Hen took hold of his hand, he felt a surge of majestic force, as if his whole hand was clamped by an iron clamp.

Since ancient times, Wen Wu was the first and Wu Wu was the second. Since the other party wanted to test, Jiang Hen would not give in. The true energy in his body circulated, and the majestic true energy surged into his hand and blocked the force of Hong Hexuan's hand.

Feeling the majestic Qi in Jiang Hen's hand, Hong Hexuan's eyes flashed with light, and he glanced at Jiang Hen with admiration. At the same time, he was urging some Qi on his hand.

Zhao He on the side had already retreated far away. When Jiang Hen and the two of them circulated their Qi at the same time, an oppressive momentum spread out. Although Zhao He had good skills, he could not stop the two of them.

The momentum of an ancient warrior.

Zhao He looked at the two people's elegant clothes and hair, with deep envy in his eyes.

After about a minute or two, the two of them were still indifferent to the outcome. They looked at each other and at the same time withdrew their energy, ending the silent struggle.

"Brother Jiang has such cultivation at such a young age. He is truly a hero from a young age." Hong Hexuan clasped his hands, met each other with ancient rituals, and praised Jiang Hen. After only a few minutes of competition, Hong Hexuan understood Jiang Hen better.

In terms of cultivation, Jiang Hen not only has the peak level of Qi Refining and Divine Transformation, but also has an internal energy far purer than that of ordinary ancient warriors.

"Mr. Hong, you have reached the threshold of breakthrough. I'm afraid it won't be long before you can go a step further." Jiang Hen 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 energy and becoming a god.

It is already considered a very good level of cultivation.

After a competition, the three of them sat down. 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. There are several bottles of top-quality Maotai and two bottles of Lafite wine on the table.

As well as a large table of famous dishes, the total cost is at least three to four hundred thousand.

Here, Zhao He, the president of the Kowloon Association, became a tea and water server, personally pouring fine wines to Jiang Hen and Hong Hexuan. Zhao He did not feel any discomfort in his heart. He knew that he was not someone.

They are all qualified to pour wine for ancient warriors.

The three of them chatted happily while drinking, but most of the chat was between Jiang Hen and Hong Hexuan. Both of them were ancient warriors, and they talked about a lot of things. But Zhao He couldn't get in the conversation. He could only talk about it.

On the sidelines, they listened quietly to the longing world described by the two people.

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

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

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

Zhao He's face darkened, he stood up from his seat and walked towards the door. It was a good banquet, and we were chatting happily, but at this time, someone interrupted him. How could Zhao He not be angry? He had repeatedly told the hotel before

No one can be disturbed.

Zhao He opened the door, his face darkened, and he exuded the majesty of an overlord. He waved to a waiter and asked, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to be disturbed?"

The waiter came up and bowed to apologize: "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry. A customer just made trouble and bumped into your door. I'm really sorry."

It is not uncommon for hotel guests to cause trouble, especially in larger hotels. Some guests like to scold and tease waiters just because they have money, or get into arguments with other guests when they are drunk. And when those male guests drink, their heads turn.

Hot, molesting beautiful waitresses happen the most.

Today, the same male guest flirted with the female waiter. The man drank too much and insisted on dragging the female waiter to stay with her for the night. When the female waiter did not agree, the two parties started to argue. During the tug-of-war,

I accidentally bumped into the door of Ziyue Pavilion.

Zhao He listened to the waiter's explanation and looked at the hall not far away. Sure enough, there were some people gathered around, as if they were arguing. The girl's cry could still be faintly heard.

However, Zhao He didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Now it's business to entertain Jiang Hen. So he said to the waiter: "It's okay. Don't let anyone disturb us again."

Seeing that Zhao He was not pursuing the matter, the waiter quickly nodded in agreement.

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

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

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong? Do you know the people over there?" Zhao He asked, looking not far away from the door.

Jiang Hen didn't speak, and stared blankly at the people in the distance. His whole person seemed to be in a daze, immersed in endless memories. He slowly walked towards not far away.
Chapter completed!