A short, stocky youth walked in. "Fan," he said, "the owners of the Drunken Immortal Tower and Cuixian Tower are hosting a banquet at the Drunken Immortal Tower and would like to invite you. You're the boss of Xingning Street now. They all want to get on your good side."
Chu Fan didn't pause his fist forms, only saying flatly, "I'm not going."
Fatty froze. "But... Fan, the owners are sincere in their invitation. And all the shops on Xingning Street are very grateful to you—ever since our Seven Stars Gang took sole control of the street, there haven't been any more gang wars. Business is good, people feel safe enough to come out and shop, and all the stores, restaurants, brothels... their business has gotten much better."
"They just want to show their appreciation..."
"Wealth is a shackle, and fame is a cage," Chu Fan cut him off. "When you're weak, you don't have the right to sit at their table. Once you're strong, you don't need to waste your time with their nonsense."
