Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Hearing this, Ye Ling couldn't help but glance at Liu Qiao'er.

The sight of the young girl looking so wronged truly tugged at the heartstrings.

"Okay, don't be unhappy, we still have a feast to enjoy later."

Ye Ling patted Liu Qiao'er's little head and smiled, "Also, the favor I did for you, saving your father, wasn't because I wanted to do anything to you. You met me, and that's what you deserve, understand?"

Liu Qiao'er tilted her head to look at Ye Ling as if she couldn't quite catch up with his words.

Her dazed and cute appearance was like that of a porcelain doll, utterly adorable.

The Welcoming Luxury Hotel towered at the center of Donghai City, boasting 33 floors of luxurious decor and windows made entirely of reinforced glass.

Especially at night like this, with its bright lights and dazzling colors, it was a place many longed for yet also kept at a respectful distance.

For a prestigious hotel like this, a meal could cost several thousand, beyond the means of a regular office worker.

Spend a month or two's salary on a meal? Ridiculous, right?

The car slowly approached the hotel parking lot, and Ye Ling planned to find a spot to park.

Liu Qiao'er seemed somewhat restrained; after all, she had never been to such a lavish place in her life.

"Thump, thump, thump."

At that moment, the car window was suddenly knocked on.

Ye Ling rolled down the window and saw someone dressed as a security guard standing outside.

The man had a sneaky look, clearly up to no good, with a mouth full of yellow teeth that seemed as if they hadn't been brushed in years.

He was initially planning to talk to Ye Ling, but his eyes locked onto Liu Qiao'er the moment he saw her.

And in particular, when he caught sight of her bosom, his eyes actually sparkled.

"You'd better take your eyes off, or would you like me to take them off for you?" Ye Ling said with a frown.

Liu Qiao'er was so beautiful that she was bound to attract many glances.

Ye Ling wasn't usually bothered by such attention.

But it wasn't good for this guy to keep staring like that, right?

"Cough, cough..."

Hearing Ye Ling's words, the security guard coughed, adjusted the hat almost covering his face, and said, "Sir, is this a Chery car?"

Ye Ling nodded.

"You see, the company has rules, this is the luxury car area, cars under 200,000 can't park here."

The guard said, a look of disdain on his face.

In his heart, he sneered: Someone driving a beat-up Chery coming here to eat? Putting on airs?

"Oh?"

Ye Ling let out a cold laugh and asked, "Then tell me, where should I park my car?"

"Where to park, that's not within my area of responsibility."

The guard said, "However, you could let this young lady get out first. I think having such a beautiful lady sit in a car that doesn't even have real leather seats is really too shabby for her buttocks."

"What are you talking about?" Liu Qiao'er immediately showed anger.

"Miss, I'm just looking out for your best interests."

"No need!"

Liu Qiao'er waved her hand impatiently.

"Come here for a second."

Ye Ling gestured to the security guard to come closer.

Upon hearing this, the guard smirked smugly, thinking: He's going to give me a tip now, is he? Hmm, expects to find a parking space without a tip?

It had to be said, the guard was quite observant.

I've been working here for quite a while, and many of the rich folks will toss a tip when they get out of their cars.

As for someone like Ye Ling, who drives a car worth less than 200,000 to dine here with a beautiful woman, they're just trying to show off in front of the lady.

And these kinds of people generally don't tip.

So in situations like this, you have to get creative about getting a tip, like what's happening now…

As the security guard approached Ye Ling with a smile, just about to say something,

the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

A large palm swelled in his pupils and, with a smack, viciously slapped his cheek.

The security guard was dumbfounded!

After getting out of the car, Ye Ling kicked the security guard hard in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground with a thud.

"Did I give you face, huh?"

Ye Ling glared at him and said, "Even taxi passengers have you scurrying over like a dog to open the door. What gives you the right to look down on me?"

"Do you even know where you are?!"

Now the security guard had come to his senses. Covering his bruised cheek, he yelled, "This is the Xiyuanlai Hotel! You dare hit me; I'll tell you, this hotel is part of the Huamei Group's enterprise. Behaving so recklessly here, you're literally asking for death!"

"Slap!"

Ye Ling delivered another resounding slap.

"I know this is Xiyuanlai, and I know about Huamei Group. But do you, a damn gatekeeper, think you have the right to have Huamei Group back you up?"

Ye Ling didn't look down on security guards, nor did he look down on any industry workers. What he despised was this kind of contemptuous attitude.

"Fuck, I'll kill you, you little bastard!"

The security guard, having been slapped several times by Ye Ling, was furious.

He immediately threw a punch at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling caught his fist with one hand, and with a lavish kick of his right foot, sent the guard flying two or three meters away.

At that moment, a few more security guards ran out from the hotel.

Seeing that Ye Ling had kicked the young security guard to the ground, one of them, about thirty years old, barked, "What's going on here? The hotel has rules against fighting. Don't you know that?"

Ye Ling brushed off his hands and said indifferently, "Does your hotel also have a rule that cars worth less than 200,000 can't park in the car park?"

At these words, the man was taken aback.

Clearly, the hotel had no such rule.

But these guys were in cahoots, well aware of what was going on.
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"Yes, the hotel indeed has such a rule," the man said.

"Good."

Ye Ling nodded and commanded, "Then go call your manager for me. I really want to ask him if a Huamei Group property truly has such snobbish regulations?"

"The manager's busy and won't come out to see you,"

The man scoffed, thinking to himself: Some guy driving a lousy Chery wants the manager to come out and see him? What a joke! Does he think he's driving a Porsche?

"Fine, if your manager won't come see me, then today, I'm parking here no matter what!"

After getting back into the car, Ye Ling shifted gears, ready to drive into the car park.

But just then, the young security guard he had beaten up before stood up again, blocking Ye Ling's way.

"You little bastard, go ahead and drive if you dare. If you don't have the guts to hit me today, then you're my grandson!"

"Vroom~"

Ye Ling let go of the clutch and slammed the accelerator. With a roar, the car charged forward.

The young security guard was struck directly, flipped over the car and finally crashed to the ground.