From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Zhu Shaodan was like a curious baby: ‘What is Wind, Rain, Thunder, and

Lightning?”

Laiba gave him a glance: “They are the four top masters around Master Xie, each one being a talent chosen from thousands.”

Zhu Shaodan let out an “Oh,” “When will the next Martial Arts Competition be held?”

Laiba calculated the time: “It’s at the end of October this year, still half a year away. Why, do you want to participate?”

The disdainful look in his eyes stimulated Zhu Shaodan, and he secretly vowed in his heart to work hard on his kung fu and make those who looked down on him regret it.

Huang Mao’s phone rang, he took it out and looked at it, saying: “Brother Ba, have you heard about the Bojinlai Casino thing on the first day?”

Laiba said: “A guy challenged the entire audience, it’s been a crazy rumor for half a month now, how could I not know.”

“The kid said he would come back on the 15th before he left last time, today is the 15th, everyone in the group is going to Bojinlai Casino to watch the excitement.”

Laiba threw down an empty bottle of wine and stood up: “Of course, we should go.”

A group of people left abruptly, the boss wanted to stop them but didn’t dare. Suddenly, he noticed Zhu Shaodan, who was left behind, and quickly pulled him: “You guys haven’t paid yet.”

Zhu Shaodan resented in his heart for those people eating and drinking for free, and completely treating him as a cash machine. But he tolerated it for the sake of joining the Qinglong Association.

He took off his wristwatch and stuffed it into the boss’s hand: “This watch is worth at least ten thousand yuan, just use it to pay for the meal.”

The boss, holding the watch and shining it under the light, couldn’t see anything valuable about it. He wanted to catch the guy and get him to pay, but the guy had already slipped away.

At this moment, a young man next to him said: “Boss, I’ll give you one thousand yuan, sell me this watch.”

The boss suddenly became alert and realized that the watch might not be cheap. He said with a straight face: “Not for sale.”

He was overjoyed in his heart, thinking he had really encountered a rich and foolish guy, making a fortune.

The boundless underground parking lot was empty and cold, and a single word would echo far. Zhu Shaodan rubbed his arms and carefully lagged behind.

On the way, they encountered several groups of people, all probably from the Qinglong Association, and greeted each other as they walked forward with great momentum.

Before entering Bojinlai, the entrance was already crowded with people. However, these people were divided into two groups, each with their own camp.

The two men at the front quarreled: “Master Li, long time no see, you seem to be living a prosperous life and gained quite a bit of weight since the last time we met.”

“Hehe, I’m far worse than Master Zhang. Who doesn’t know that you married a young model in her twenties? You must be having a very lascivious and happy life. I really can’t compare to you,” the other man replied.

Zhu Shaodan pulled Huang Mao’s sleeve and asked, “Brother Mao, who are these two?”

Huang Mao looked impatient but recalled that he still needed Zhu Shaodan’s support, so he explained: “The fat one is Li Shengli, the Heavenly Master of Zhuque Hall; and the one with a pale face is Zhang Baicheng, the Earthly

Master of Baihu Hall. Both of them have backers and are not to be trifled with.”

Zhu Shaodan had a look of enlightenment, the deeper he delved into the Qinglong Association, the more excited he became, as the experience seemed even more thrilling than reading martial arts novels. This was the real world of martial arts

At this moment, someone shouted: “Master Xie is coming.”

In an instant, there was an eerie silence, and the crowd made way for him.

Zhu Shaodan stood on the outer edge of the crowd and saw a young and handsome man walking over. He was about 6 feet tall, wearing loose casual clothes, with a cold demeanor and a faint smile. His dark, deep eyes were inscrutable.

“Master Xie…,” everyone bowed their heads respectfully.

The man walked leisurely, strolling through the crowd like he was in a garden,

“There are quite a few people here tonight.”

Following him were two men – one of them a silent middle-aged man with a square face and sharp eyes. He was Lin Feng, the Master of Baihu Hall and the most trusted man of Ran Tengxiao. The other man was lean and strong, with a serious and somewhat wooden demeanor. He was Ye Jian, the Heavenly Master of Xuanwu Hall.

“Cousin, wait for me.” A crisp girlish voice sounded a bit abrupt among the crowd. Everyone saw a stunning beauty, with a voluptuous figure, chasing after him. “I was just touching up my makeup. Why didn’t you wait for me, cousin? You have no sense of pity for the fairer sex at all. I wonder which girl would dare marry you in the future.”

The girl’s tone was sweet and playfully annoyed, and her eyes were full of charm and grace. She reminded people of the beauty of peonies and could definitely be called a nation’s beauty.

Everyone’s eyes were wide open.

Those who didn’t know her asked directly: “Is this Master Xie’s new favorite? She is so beautiful..”