Ye Hao squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the center of the hall.

Then I saw two old men wearing Chinese tunic suits and meticulously combed hair sitting there.

A tall and thin man, wearing monocle glasses, with the attitude of a Western aristocrat.

The other one has a mustache and does not have many wrinkles on his face, but the patches of age spots show that he is not young.

Behind them, more than a dozen men and women could be seen.

Each of these men and women were wearing high-end luxury goods and had the aura of returnees from overseas. They were aloof and seemed to look down on everyone in the room.

It is obvious that for these guys who are used to seeing the colorful world, they simply do not like Yanjing, who has a calm temperament for thousands of years.

Among these people, the one with the most disdainful expression was a woman who was obviously of mixed race.

She has an oriental face, but her eyes are amber, and the way she looks at anyone is like looking at trash.

However, with her looks and temperament, for some men with special hobbies, she has the absolute temperament of a queen.

Without too much introduction, Ye Hao had already guessed that the old man with a bit of Western aristocratic temperament and a monocle was the honorary elder of the Xia Island Chinese Martial Arts League, Wei Sigui.

And the other one should be a big shot in the Yanjing Dragon Palace.

Seeing this person, Xi Mengyan seemed a little surprised, and then whispered: "Representative Ye, this person is one of the deacons of Yanjing Dragon Palace, Han Wenxiang."

"His status in the Yanjing Dragon Palace is quite high. It is said that it is because he has made some mistakes. Otherwise, he would have been the branch master of the Yanjing Dragon Palace."

Hearing this, Ye Hao nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"You bastard, who is this person who is chirping behind me again?"

"Don't you know that I hate those juniors barking behind me the most in my life?"

Hearing someone talking at the door, Han Wenxiang spoke with an arrogant expression.

Obviously, such a irritable and irritable person is absolutely irrational in daily life.

"I am the deacon of the Dragon Palace. From the five great families to the top ten families, no one has ever dared to ask me to wait for them!"

"He's just a representative of the Great Xia Martial League. He really doesn't follow any rules and doesn't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young!"

"Did you tell him that I am here?"

"How dare he not rush back to see you as soon as possible?"

Wei Sigui, who was wearing a monocle, smiled sadly and said: "Old Han, it seems that it's not just me who loses face."

"They didn't give you face either!"

"If you ask me, what you said at the beginning about being polite before fighting makes no sense at all."

"The most important thing to do for this little bastard who doesn't even have all his hair is to let him know what the sky is and the earth is!"

While talking, Wei Sigui crushed the handed down Ge Kiln Bafang Cup into pieces with a "pop" sound.

"They don't give me any face, so they are like this!"

Seeing Wei Sigui's move, the young men and women behind him all showed admiration on their faces.

Elder Wei Sigui is really a treasure trove!

Don’t say anything else.

Such strength and courage are simply not something that ordinary people can possess!

Ye Hao, the ghostwriter of the Daxia Martial Alliance, would probably kneel down immediately when he saw Elder Wei Sigui, right?

"The Bafang Cup from Ge Kiln, handed down from ancient times, sold for 90 million each at a Soapy auction."

"Rounding up, it's equivalent to 100 million."

"Remember to apologize later."

Ye Hao stepped forward with his hands behind his back and spoke with an indifferent expression.

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