Zheng Feng had an absolute blast today. In the evening, he took some of his shady friends to the best restaurant in Qinghong City for a sumptuous meal, and then led them to the most famous private club for some fun. The girls there were stunningly beautiful. After enjoying themselves, the group finally headed out.
"Young Master Feng, you've really got style. Tonight must have cost at least a couple hundred thousand. No one can match your extravagance. Young Master Feng is truly unrivaled!" A tall and skinny young man with a pale face complimented Zheng Feng. He was Zheng Feng's close friend, Yilong. With Zheng Feng around, they never paid a dime—all expenses were covered by Zheng Feng. With fine wine and beautiful women tonight, a couple hundred thousand were spent without him even batting an eye, making Yilong feel immensely satisfied!
"Exactly, Young Master Feng, who would dare to compare to your wealth!"
