Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

2Guan Yutong never thought that Meng Ran would actually sit at the same table as Wan Zhibin and eat.    2

    

When Qian Junjie, whose face was filled with anger, heard this name, his pupils suddenly shrunk. He looked at Wan Zhibin with a vigilant expression. "You are the richest man in Jiangzhou?"    

    

Wan Zhibin was still asking everyone to eat. He didn't care about this kind of child at all. Even if he let Jie break Qian Junjie's legs, Qian Shihao wouldn't dare to say anything to him.    

    

However, Qian Junjie was far from aware of the scariness of this man. He said with a face full of disdain. "I thought that the richest man in Jiangzhou would be very powerful. It turns out that he is just a coward. This matter has nothing to do with you guys. You guys eat your food. I am here to settle the score with this kid. "    

    

Qian Junjie stared at Meng Ran with a vicious expression. The beer bottle in his hand seemed to be about to slap Meng Ran's head at any moment.    

    

At this moment, Wan Zhibin stood up and poured a cup of wine for Meng Ran in front of all the customers in the restaurant. He said passionately, "Brother Meng, this wine is really good. Drink more. We won't be able to return until we get drunk tonight."    

    

After saying that, Wan Zhibin finished the wine in the cup under Qian Junjie's fiery gaze.    

    

Meng Ran smiled and did not say anything. He also drank the wine in the cup.    

    

The scene in front of them was really shocking. No one had thought that not only would they meet Qian Shihao's son in this restaurant, they would also meet the mysterious richest man in Jiangzhou.    

    

However, the most shocking thing was that the richest man in the Jiangzhou actually took the initiative to toast a young man!    

    

"Could he be a disciple of a major clan in the Yanjing?" A rich man exclaimed.    

    

"That's impossible. Look at his clothes, he's dressed like a street vendor. The disciples of the major families in Yanjing are all heavenly nobility. They are dressed in clothes worth at least a few million. Moreover, all of them have dignified appearances. How can they be as ordinary as him?"    

    

The political officials with sharp eyes pointed it out with one sentence.    

    

When the crowd's discussion entered his ears, Qian Junjie's facial expression became even uglier. However, he heard him say word by word to Wan Zhibin: "Wan, what do you mean? Let me tell you, even if you want to protect this kid today, you still can't! I must break his legs today! "    

    

Qian Junjie roared furiously. "Go!"    

    

Brother Liu's face was filled with a ferocious smile. He walked towards Meng Ran step by step.    

    

Meng Ran said lightly: "I think if your father saw me, he wouldn't be like you. He would probably kneel down and kowtow, begging me to spare his life."    

    

Meng Ran's words caused everyone's expression to change.    

    

The sound of wine glasses shattering could be heard continuously.    

    

Madness!    

    

It was truly too crazy!    

    

In the eyes of everyone, although this young man was the richest and most distinguished guest in the Jiangzhou, in terms of identity, he was probably a level lower than the big shot of the Nangang, Qian Shihao.    

    

This young man's words was undoubtedly seeking his own death.    

    

Even Guan Yutong and her sister, who wholeheartedly wanted to protect Meng Ran, also inhaled a breath of cold air.    

    

My God, big Brother, are you really not afraid of death? Do you know that his father is the richest man in Nangang City? He is Qian Shihao, whose status in Jiangbei is not lower than Wan Zhibin's!    

    

Guan Yutong had just seen that Meng Ran had some connections with Wan Zhibin and thought that Qian Junjie would spare Meng Ran in front of Wan Zhibin. However, seeing this scene, campus belle's heart was once again stirred.    

    

Her heart had already died out, because she understood that there was still room for negotiation after offending Qian Junjie. At this moment, Meng Ran had even scolded the famous Brother Hao of Nangang.    

    

Guan Yutong couldn't imagine what kind of cruel torture Meng Ran would face.    

    

"Cripple him for me!" Qian Junjie's face had already changed because of his anger. He looked terrifying and miserable.    

    

No one had ever dared to insult his father like this in his entire life. He had made up his mind that even if he offended Wan Zhibin, he would cripple him.    

    

"Little Bastard, you are the one who is courting death. No wonder grandpa asked me to do this."    

    

Brother Liu smiled hideously. He actually used the Eight Trigrams Palm, bringing along a cold wind with it, and forcefully slapped towards Meng Ran's head.    

    

The Eight Trigrams Palm was a famous martial art in Huaxia. It was said that a single palm was enough to break a metal plate. When everyone saw this man's posture, they didn't hold back at all. Perhaps this palm was enough to smash this young man's head into pieces.    

    

Many women had already covered their eyes, afraid to see a bloody scene.    

    

"Ah!"    

    

However, they heard a miserable scream.    

    

The result was...    

    

This national first-class athlete, a member of the martial cultivator Association of Jiangbei, was sent flying by a punch from a man who was even taller and stronger than him. He crashed into several tables of banquets and was sent flying more than ten meters away. He immediately passed out.    

    

The whole place was dead silent.    

    

No one had expected that the man at the table would be so brave.    

    

Qian Junjie's pupils shrunk, and his body suddenly froze. With just a glance from Jie, he felt as if he was being stared at by a prehistoric monster, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground.    

    

Click click click...    

    

The sound of leather shoes came from the stairs.    

    

He saw a fat middle-aged man with big ears slowly go upstairs under the crowd of black clothed bodyguards.