I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2798 - 1737: Martial Arts Prodigy

Still drinking?

Drinking alcohol, fine.

At worst, you just get drunk, and once drunk you can forget everything. But drinking tea is different; the more you drink, the clearer you become.

But oh well.

A true man is boundless.

Long Tao could accept the outcome of defeat quickly and calmly without thinking of appealing for arbitration. This alone shows he is no ordinary person.

So he really sat back down, continued drinking two more cups of white tea, and then took his leave.

As he exited the private room and went downstairs, the first floor was already packed, business booming beyond measure.

The tea culture in Hui City didn’t seem this popular.

Long Tao naturally knew why these people had come, yet not everyone could enter the inner circle.

Of course.

Although he went up to greet them, that was it.

"Take care, Mr. Long."

The graceful tea artist, unaware of what had happened, respectfully opened the shop door for the local big shot.

Long Tao walked out of the Lazy Day, not looking back, heading straight to the VIP parking spot, opened the door of the black G-wagon with a matching license plate, started the engine, drove out of the open-air parking lot, and stopped on the auxiliary road.

In the rearview mirror.

With one hand on the steering wheel, his eyes flickered uncertainly before he finally took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Brother Liao."

In the social pyramid, the hierarchy is strict, yet between them, there is more of a brotherly bond.

The CCTV camera stood conspicuously ten meters away, and soon a violator notification text came through efficiently, which Long Tao directly ignored.

"Yeah."

Men, especially older men, absolutely don’t idly chat on the phone, even if nowadays phone plans almost never run out.

"I just met Miss Pei."

Long Tao got straight to the point.

He thought he understood the relationship between Brother Liao and Miss Pei, or so he thought, so he respected them and their family greatly, even willing to go out of his way voluntarily.

The so-called celebrities, as far as he was concerned, had no aura.

"Go on."

Liao Xiangdong seemed to know there was more to the story.

"Besides Miss Pei, her parents and relatives were also present..."

Long Tao paused, "and Mr. Jiang."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, "Jiang Chen?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

Liao Xiangdong’s tone was unchanged, still calm and composed, as if he were just curious about the outcome of an interesting story.

Exactly.

The amusement that Long Tao hadn’t expected.

"Because it was our first meeting, I didn’t know Mr. Jiang personally, but he mentioned having sparred with Miss Lan and claimed it was a draw, which piqued my competitive spirit."

Long Tao honestly recounted everything that had happened without any subjective emotion.

"I challenged Mr. Jiang."

He continued.

The reaction from Brother Liao was enough to prove his judgment was not wrong; that seemingly frivolous young man wasn’t on the same level as him.

No matter the era.

The mind is always more important than fists.

"And the outcome?"

Liao Xiangdong’s tone remained neutral, as if merely curious about the story’s ending.

"Mr. Jiang didn’t act personally; he had a bodyguard who pulled out a gun."

There was a silence on the other end, followed by laughter, though understated, but for someone as reserved as Brother Liao, it was rare.

"Why so impulsive all of a sudden?"

Instead of commenting on the gun-pulling, Liao Xiangdong criticized Long Tao instead.

Long Tao smirked slightly, unable to hold back, "I thought he was bragging."

Was it just because of the idol Blood Guanyin?

"If it’s bragging, you don’t need to bother; if it’s not bragging, you still don’t need to bother."

Liao Xiangdong said, uncertain whether Long Tao merely acted impulsively due to Miss Lan today, or if it was tacitly understood.

"Sorry, Brother Liao, for causing you trouble."

Long Tao apologized.

"It’s nothing. I have a little unresolved matter with him, just venting on you."

It seemed both remembered.

"It won’t... cause any big problems, will it?"

Long Tao tentatively asked.

"What problem?"

Liao Xiangdong’s tone carried a faint smile. To outsiders, it seemed cloudy and indiscernible, but in reality, it was just a joke.

Long Tao finally felt relieved, not pressing further about the relationship between Brother Liao and him; some things are better left unquestioned.

But.

There was one doubt he couldn’t suppress.

"Brother Liao, can he really stand toe-to-toe with Miss Lan?"

Being defeated by his bodyguard, without the chance to spar, naturally, he couldn’t gauge the opponent’s true capabilities, and it wasn’t like the other party was a swindler.

But.

To rival Blood Guanyin? That’s just too darn unreal!

This question seemed difficult even for Liao Xiangdong to answer, yet he clearly witnessed a Young Prince Ye almost sending someone to Yama Hall for tea.

But.

He had personally driven for them too.

And that person was still alive and kicking, which was a fact.

The phone was silent for a while before a voice came through again.

"He’s a once-in-a-lifetime martial arts prodigy."

Mar-martial arts prodigy?

So is he beatable or not?

Isn’t that basically not answering?

If Brother Liao didn’t want to answer, or didn’t know how to, naturally no more questions should be asked.

Long Tao held the phone, gazing at the road ahead, hesitating, ultimately lacking the courage.

"Brother Liao, are you coming back for Miss Pei’s parents’ 30th wedding anniversary?"

He asked with a deliberately casual tone, changing the subject.