Cross-Province Pickup

Buzz!

Qin Ning lightly flicked his finger, and in the next moment, the entire private room fell silent.

Liang Jie realized that although his mouth was still moving, no sound was coming out at all.

He froze for a moment, and then a look of terror appeared on his face. He had no idea what was happening.

How did he suddenly become mute?

No.

Even a mute could make some babbling sounds.

He couldn't make a single sound at all!

Off to the side, Wu Lei let out a sigh of relief.

He knew, of course, that this was Qin Ning's doing.

It was much quieter now.

Otherwise, if he let this kid keep talking and actually ended up angering Qin Ning, things would get completely out of hand.

...

Liang Jie was truly panicking now. He frantically mouthed words at Wu Lei beside him, but couldn't produce any sound.

Wu Lei spoke up, Young Master Liang, sit down first.

...

He looked like he wanted to shout something, but still couldn't make any noise. He was so anxious he was about to cry.

Even a fool would have guessed something by now, and Liang Jie was no exception.

He knew this had to be Qin Ning playing tricks.

But how?

The guy clearly hadn't done anything!

Was it a ghost?!

His heart jolted, and cold sweat instantly covered his entire body.

Could this guy be a ghost?

When he looked at Qin Ning again, there was a new terror in Liang Jie's eyes. He grabbed Wu Lei and pulled him in front as a shield.

Can we talk properly now? Qin Ning raised his eyes and gave him a glance.

Liang Jie looked terrified, but in the end, he could only nod.

Buzz!

Qin Ning lightly flicked his finger again, lifting the silencing spell on him.

Ghost! Young Master Wu! There's a ghost! Liang Jie yelled, looking like a frightened little puppy.

Smack!

Wu Lei slapped him on the forehead. Watch your mouth. Who's a ghost? Young Master Qin's technique is called immortal magic!

Im... Immortal magic?

Liang Jie was half-skeptical, his eyes still holding a trace of fear as he studied Qin Ning.

Then he looked back at Wu Lei. Young... Young Master Wu, are you saying that this guy... oh no, this Young Master Qin is an immortal?

Absurd!

The education he had received since childhood told him that ghosts and gods never existed.

But today, he had genuinely experienced something that could not be explained by science.

Were there really immortals in this world?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Let me tell you, Young Master Qin has plenty more tricks up his sleeve. You'd better show some respect. Otherwise, if you offend Young Master Qin again, I'm cutting ties with you! Wu Lei warned with a serious face.

Hearing this, Liang Jie immediately became much more obedient.

He looked at Qin Ning and said with a trembling voice, Young... Young Master Qin, earlier I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai...

Take a seat. Qin Ning waved his hand, not intending to pursue the matter further.

Soon, the food and wine were served, and the two of them toasted Qin Ning one cup after another.

It had to be said that the cuisine of the Eastern Province was indeed quite good. Although light, the focus was on tenderness and freshness, giving it a unique flavor.

Tell the waiter not to pack the food to go, Qin Ning suddenly said.

Hearing this, Wu Lei paused for a moment. Did Young Master Qin think the food in their Eastern Province wasn't tasty, to the point he couldn't even be bothered to take it away?

Thinking this in his heart, he didn't dare to ask.

Qin Ning saw through his thoughts and said calmly, Have the waiter serve all the dishes directly. No need for takeout boxes. I'll go pick up Xiao Fei and the others right now so we can eat together. Taking it back would ruin the flavor and texture.

Right now? Wu Lei was stunned.

But he quickly realized that with Qin Ning's abilities, traveling between the Eastern Province and the Western Province would only take two minutes. Going to the Western Province to pick people up for a meal was much faster than taking a stroll downstairs.

Young Master Qin, are you going to pick up friends? Why go through the trouble? You sit down, and I'll make a phone call to arrange for someone to pick them up.

After having a few drinks with Qin Ning, Liang Jie found that he was actually quite easy to talk to.

You can't pick them up. They're in the Western Province. By the time you get someone to bring them over, the sun will be up. Qin Ning smiled faintly. Without wasting words, he stood up and walked to the window of the private room.

Liang Jie was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

They're in the Western Province?

He couldn't pick them up?

No, wait a minute, bro.

This is the Eastern Province.

It is far, but if I can't pick them up, how are you going to do it yourself?

Just as Liang Jie was puzzled, he saw Qin Ning leap up. His entire body instantly turned into a streak of white light, disappearing into the sky outside the window.

Crash!

This sudden event completely stupefied Liang Jie, and the wine glass in his hand slipped and shattered on the floor.

Th-th-this...

After a good moment, he finally snapped out of it. Looking as if he had just seen a ghost, he pointed out the window, stammering for a long time without being able to form a complete sentence.

I told you earlier. Young Master Qin's terrifying power is not something us mortals can imagine. He is an existence that has transcended the secular world.

Wu Lei chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and continued, Now you know, right? If I hadn't stopped you just now, and let you say a few more words to offend Young Master Qin, I'd probably be collecting your corpse right now.

His words left Liang Jie stunned, his eyes wide open. The shock in his heart was beyond words. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out, Holy shit!

Whoosh!

Right at that moment, it felt like a gust of wind blew in from the window.

Immediately after, more than a dozen figures appeared inside the private room.

Besides Qin Fei and her group, Qin Ning had also brought Wang Er and his companions over.

Young Master Qin, Sister Fei, Young Master Wang... Hello, everyone.

While Liang Jie was still dumbstruck, Wu Lei had already reacted and hurried forward to greet everyone.

Take a seat, everyone. There should be just enough space, Qin Ning said.

Soon, everyone gathered around and sat down. Qin Fei smiled and said, Two minutes to get to the Eastern Province. Brother, if we want to eat cuisine from other regions in the future, will it be this convenient too?

Hearing this, Qin Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

So his sister was treating him as a delivery boy, huh?

Then again, he actually used to be a delivery guy.

H-hello everyone, m-my name is Liang Jie. You can just call me Xiao Liang.

Snapping back to reality, Liang Jie also quickly stood up and greeted the crowd.

He realized that the people Qin Ning brought along were definitely not simple either. Setting aside their status, just being brought here by Qin Ning meant they had at least earned his approval.

Since they were Qin Ning's friends, he definitely couldn't afford to offend them.

Soon, the old dishes were cleared away, and new ones were brought up.

Everyone ate and chatted, full of praise for the food.

Hello, Dad. What's up?

Just then, Liang Jie answered a phone call.

Where are you, you little brat? Did you drive my car away?

On the other end of the line came the furious scolding of the second-in-command, Liang Lihua. "I have to go out and meet an old army buddy soon. Hurry up and bring the car back!"

"I'm busy!"

Liang Jie replied without a moment's hesitation, "Dad, I'm dealing with something incredibly important right now, so don't call and bother me. If I pull this off, it wouldn't even matter if our family's ancestral tomb blew up!"

Who cared about some old army buddy? How could that possibly be more important than clinging to Qin Ning's coattails?

And his dad actually wanted him to drive the car back?

By the time he did that and came all the way back here, wouldn't the banquet already be over and everyone gone?

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