Chapter 9: Crashing the Party? (2/2)

“Hm? Are you threatening us?” The man on the right’s face darkened. Working for Chen Manqing, even Zhao Fuchen had treated them with respect earlier, but Lin Tian’s attitude angered them.

“Not a threat, but advice.” Lin Tian stood with his hands behind his back.

This posture, in Qin Ruofei’s eyes behind him, was utterly detestable!

Qin Ruofei laughed coldly inside. Did he really think everyone would respect his Young Master Lin status?

In status, Chen Manqing wasn’t much lower than him. In power, even with the Lin family’s political influence, her grandfather wasn’t afraid!

After all, today’s martial arts in China were different, and the Martial Arts Association Chairman’s position could, in some sense, directly communicate with those top leaders!

How could the Lin family, however powerful, pressure the Martial Arts Association Chairman’s granddaughter?

Unlike Qin Ruofei’s schadenfreude, Li Shiqing and Xia Xin’s group were worried, but they tactfully didn’t stop Lin Tian, knowing once he made a decision, they couldn’t hold him back.

“Some advice! Well, we won’t announce you – what can you do?” The left man laughed angrily, stepping forward half a step, showing his aggressive attitude.

Lin Tian said nothing, just stepped forward to enter.

Seeing Lin Tian ignore them, the two men exchanged glances and grew angry. They flanked Lin Tian – the left man’s wrist moved silently toward Lin Tian, while the right man prepared to strike!

But Lin Tian remained indifferent until the left man’s palm was inches from him. Then he calmly grabbed the man’s wrist, saying coolly: “Don’t embarrass yourself.”

His movement was calm and composed, but left the mid-level external force practitioner unable to move, watching helplessly as Lin Tian pushed open the luxurious door!

Experts can tell skill at first contact – they instantly realized Lin Tian’s strength far exceeded theirs!

But this wasn’t reason enough to let him in!

With this thought, they rushed in to grab him.

Watching this, Xia Xin couldn’t help but sigh, holding his head: “It’s over! Brother Tian really crashed Chen Manqing’s event!”

Li Shiqing bit her lip, face pale but still resolutely walking in!

“You reap what you sow!” Qin Ruofei sneered and followed. Her status meant she couldn’t stay uninvolved, but she no longer cared about offending Chen Manqing, having foreseen what would happen.

As for those fence-sitters behind, they hesitated, unsure whether to enter.

The Heaven-grade room wasn’t much more luxurious than Earth-grade, but was twice the size. Half was empty space with just a desk and a girl standing before it.

The other half had arranged chairs, with wooden tea tables between pairs. Over twenty people sat there, including Zhao Fuchen who had just shown off in Lin Tian’s room.

Lin Tian’s entrance wasn’t quiet – everyone looked at him, including Chen Manqing.

“Miss, sorry, we couldn’t stop him!” The two men who followed saw Chen Manqing’s gaze and immediately lowered their heads apologetically.

Chen Manqing ignored them. She recognized Lin Tian, having seen him on Mount Qiuxia recently.

“Miss Chen, sorry to disturb, but some friends wanted to see your exhibition. Your guards wouldn’t let us in or even announce us, so I had to break in.” Lin Tian spread his hands, speaking helplessly.

Chen Manqing wasn’t angry. The scene of Lin Tian defeating Shen Long was still fresh in her mind, and more impressive was what Lin Tian had said to Shen Long.

Thinking this, Chen Manqing was about to speak interestedly, but another voice spoke first.

“Lin Tian! What are you doing?! Miss Chen’s exhibition can’t be disturbed after starting. You think being the Lin family’s young master means you can do whatever you want?!”

From a chair further back, Zhao Fuchen suddenly stood up, pointing angrily at Lin Tian.

His face showed rage, but the flash of surprise and schadenfreude in his eyes didn’t escape Lin Tian. This guy probably thought Lin Tian was finished!

The words “Lin family’s young master” made Chen Manqing look thoughtfully at Lin Tian. Was this the capital’s famous number one playboy?

But he seemed different from the rumors!

Zhao Fuchen’s shout didn’t bother Lin Tian – he didn’t even look at him, instead turning to Li Shiqing, Xia Xin and the others, waving them in: “Come in.”

Zhao Fuchen exploded with anger, glaring at Lin Tian with burning eyes: “Lin Tian! I’m talking to you!”

Lin Tian turned back, asking surprised: “Excuse me, who are you?”