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"Sigh, what do you mean by 'the Greencloud Association'? They are only the descendants of the Eighth Lord. "What is it to us, Young Master Qi?"

Someone flattered.

"Haha, of course. If we want to be good here, we have to rely on Young Master Qi."

Qi Jun also smiled and said:

"You kids really know how to flatter people. Come, come, come. Drink!"

Qi Jun raised his glass as he spoke.

Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly raised their cups, clinking them together with Qi Jun's cup.

However, the rim of their cups was two centimeters lower than that of Qijun's, to show their respect for Qijun.

Of course, there was only one exception, and that was Yue Feng.

"Hey, what do you mean, brat? Don't you know the rules?"

Luo Dakui frowned.

Everyone looked over and saw that the rim of Yue Feng's cup was actually slightly higher than Qi Jun's cup.

"Kid, are you trying to cause trouble?"

Everyone's faces darkened.

"Yue Feng …"

Tan Qiu tugged on Yue Feng, indicating for him to quickly move the cup down.

However, Yue Feng narrowed his eyes, directly withdrawing his wine cup and gulping it down.

"You …"

"You can either drink properly or scram."

The smell of alcohol gushed out and his aura exploded.

It was as if a violent gale had swept towards everyone.

They were stunned, as if they had suffered a heavy blow.

A few seconds later, several security guards stood up.

"Let me warn you, this is Young Master Qi's place."

Luo Dakui glared at Yue Feng.

Tan Qiu jumped in fright, constantly giving Yue Feng meaningful looks.

"Brat, what's the meaning of this? Are you looking for a beating?"

All the security guards had a fierce look on their faces.

Qi Jun glanced at Yue Feng and said with a frown:

"Alright, let's drink. There's no point in making such a ruckus."

After saying that, he had a few security guards sit down.

"If it wasn't for Young Master Qi's words, laozi would have thrown you out."

Luo Dakui said.

Yue Feng did not pay attention to them, he should eat and drink instead.

Tan Qiu, on the other hand, had a lingering fear. While eating, he looked carefully at the others.

At this time, another group of customers arrived at the store.

"Boss, arrange a seat for us."

Seven or eight youths walked in. They were all wearing short-sleeved shirts.

"Aiyo, Brother Eagle is here. Come on in, come on in."

The owner said while bowing.

Qi Jun seemed to have noticed the approaching person, as he turned around to take a look.

"Young Master Qi, I think it's someone from the Greencloud Association."

Someone whispered.

"It's fine, we'll eat our food."

Qi Jun turned around.

"Of course, even if the boss of the Cirrus House comes, he would dare to stop us from eating?"

"That table!"

A deep voice sounded, causing everyone to pause in their movements.

The group turned and saw the members of the Greencloud Group walking towards them.

The inn owner also quickly followed by the side, constantly nodding and bowing.

"Brothers, what's the matter?"

Qi Jun raised his head and asked.

"We've reserved this table, scram."

Eagle said impatiently.

He was the older brother of these young men, Eagle.

When the other security guards saw this, they withdrew their heads and silently put down their chopsticks, not daring to speak.

Qi Jun frowned and said,

"Brothers, I am the nephew of the Eighth Lord. We are all friends in the world, please give me some face."

"Eighth Lord?" Do you know each other? "

When Eagle heard this, he turned around and asked his other subordinates.

"I don't know him!"

They all shook their heads.

"Hahahaha, little brother. What era was this, and it was still the Eighth Lord? No one has known him for a long time! "

The falcon laughed wildly.

Everyone's expression changed drastically as they thought to themselves, "Not good!"