After spending some leisure time at Fenglin Headquarters, Qin Hao unexpectedly received an invitation letter.
"It's been a while since Qin Hao's martial art prowess reached the heavens. I am deeply awed. A joyous banquet is set on September 6th, and I hope you can attend. —Zhao Qiankun."
Qin Hao casually ripped the letter apart, lying on the sofa, "Who's Zhao Qiankun?"
Just then the phone rang.
"It's me." Zhao Si's voice carried a hint of excitement.
"Got any intel for me?" Qin Hao sipped his tea and casually asked, "Who's this Zhao Qiankun guy?"
On the other end, hiding in the bathroom, Zhao Si instinctively covered the microphone, urgently saying, "He's our Supreme Elder, one of the most powerful people in Beijing. You don't recognize him?"
"Why should I recognize him?" Qin Hao smiled incredulously.
"Alright, I get it, you're so important you forget people easily!" Zhao Si said exasperatedly, "So, did you receive the letter?"
"I got it."
"And then?"
"I ripped it apart."
