Chapter 254: Where is Mr. Qin?

Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Where is Mr. Qin?

The chief officials of the four major districts, along with their assistants, secretaries, and a host of high-level personnel, had all rushed to the scene.

The manager of Louwailou Restaurant was stunned.

The arrogant fat man and his companion were also dumbfounded.

The guests at the other tables all stood up, nervously wringing their hands.

The four chief officials frowned. "Isn’t Mr. Qin having a meal here?"

The manager trembled. "Excuse me... may I ask which Mr. Qin you mean?"

He was utterly bewildered.

"Mr. Qin. He’s with his wife, daughter, and his sister. Didn’t he book a table here?"

Just then, someone from the back shouted, "Reporting to the officials! It’s confirmed—table number six!"

T-Table six?

’Wasn’t that the party they had just driven away?’

The manager’s mind went blank with a buzz, and he nearly dropped to his knees.

He stammered, unable to get a word out.

"What, Mr. Qin left?" The chief officials grew impatient. "What’s the matter with this Louwailou Restaurant? Was the food bad, or was the service poor?"

At that moment, a waiter at the door said nervously, "I... I just saw that gentleman and his family go to Fujulou Restaurant across the street."

The four chief officials said "Ah" in unison. "In that case, never mind."

They immediately led their people away, turning and leaving Louwailou Restaurant without a moment’s hesitation.

The four chief officials had just left, and before anyone at Louwailou Restaurant could react, another group appeared.

It was none other than the heads of the six great commerce associations of Jin City!

They too arrived in force with their own assistants and subordinates. Not only that, but they brought countless gifts with them.

The pile of gifts was large enough to nearly fill the restaurant’s entire lobby.

"Chen Haobei from the Celestial Brocade Financial Group said this was the restaurant! That Mr. Qin was here!"

Ding Shaoyang, one of the heads of the six commerce associations, took the lead. "Where’s the manager? I’m asking you, which table is Mr. Qin at?"

A secretary for the joint delegation of the Jin City Commerce Association rushed in from behind, wiping sweat from his brow. "Sirs, no need to look! It seems Mr. Qin found this Louwailou Restaurant wanting and went to Fujulou Restaurant across the street."

Ah, so that was it.

The heads of the six commerce associations waved in unison. "Move the gifts! We’re heading across the street!"

Ding Shaoyang was the most emotional of all. "Put my gifts at the very front! Everyone, don’t fight me on this. Mr. Qin cured my son—he’s the savior of my entire family! I must be the first to pay my respects to him!"

"That’s not how it works, Old Ding. We should stick to protocol. The eldest will pay their respects to Mr. Qin first!"

"Ding Shaoyang, what are you doing? Get back here! Quickly! Everyone, grab your gifts and hurry over there!"

The whole group descended into a frenzy, nearly coming to blows on the spot over who would be the first to greet Qin Tianxuan.

A few secretaries from the commerce associations stepped forward and frowned at the remaining guests in Louwailou Restaurant. "Quite a few of you are association members. What are you all good for? Mr. Qin was eating here, and you just sat there? Don’t you have any awareness? Absolutely useless!"

The same people who, just moments before, had been clamoring to drive Qin Tianxuan and Ah Xue away were now staring wide-eyed, their heads covered in sweat.

The commerce association members left.

A dead silence fell over Louwailou Restaurant, both inside and out.

Meanwhile, a chorus of reverent greetings drifted over from Fujulou Restaurant across the street.

In an instant, Fujulou Restaurant—a place that normally couldn’t hold a candle to Louwailou Restaurant in terms of business—had become the most bustling place of the night.

The parking lot at Fujulou Restaurant was already overflowing with luxury cars.

Everyone at Louwailou Restaurant, from the manager and waiters to the customers, could only stare dumbfoundedly.

Then, footsteps rang out once more.

This time, the arrivals were all kingpins dressed in black suits and sunglasses.

HSSSS...

The manager of Louwailou Restaurant felt his scalp go numb.

This group of bosses—they were the top underworld figures from the three prefectures and twenty-six cities around Jin City!

They were the ones who controlled the underworld in all twenty-six of those cities!

The leader, his face grim, revealed an azure dragon tattoo on his arm. "Which table is Mr. Qin at?"

The manager began to tremble.

One of the kingpins stepped out from the group and walked right up to the fat man.

"Fatty Liu, you’re here eating too?"

The fat man with the gold chain dropped to his knees with a THUD. "Lord Zhang, y-you’re here?"

The number one kingpin of Jin City, Zhang Jinrong!

Zhang Jinrong glared at the fat man, clearly displeased. "Who the fuck do you think you are, calling me by my name? When did I ever acknowledge you? Now talk. A gentleman with the surname Qin is said to be eating here. Did you see him earlier?"

The fat man nearly pissed his pants in terror.

His companion, clutching her small purse, was shaking so violently that she had already crawled under the table to hide.

The men in black were growing impatient. "Is there anyone here who can speak?"

A terrified waiter was dragged forward.

The waiter had seen the whole affair from start to finish and stammered out what had happened.

"...That portly gentleman and the woman over there... they, they drove Mr. Qin away. And, and they even said Mr. Qin’s sister had a contagious disease!"

Fuck!

A layer of sweat broke out on Zhang Jinrong’s forehead. He grabbed the fat man by the neck and hauled him up. "Are you fucking sick in the head? What is wrong with you? You’ve got some nerve! Believe it or not, I’ll tear you to shreds right now!"

The fat man shrieked, "Lord Zhang, I... I really didn’t know who Mr. Qin was! Who on earth is he?"

"We don’t know either!" the black-suited kingpins stated bluntly. "But we know that Mr. Qin is the Marquis’s boss! And we are all the Marquis’s subordinates!"

’The Marquis?’

While the fat man was still reeling, a subordinate of the Night Emperor appeared: the Prince from the God of Wealth Hall.

"Marquis!" Everyone bowed in salute!