Chapter 45: Chapter 45 I Am Your Dad [Please Favorite, Please Recommend]Lu Xiaobu watched the scene and laughed while slapping the table: "This fatty is really a freaking genius."

    "Too funny." Wu Qianmin laughed with her mouth wide open, totally abandoning any ladylike image.

    Only Liang Lan was still holding it in, but couldn’t help letting out bursts of laughter.

    The tavern guests were even more unrestrained.

    "Pff, hahahaha!"

    "I can’t, I can’t, my stomach hurts."

    "This pose is really damn good-looking, like a big white beacon!"

    "..."

    Fire Crow’s face turned red with embarrassment, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

    "What’s there to be afraid of?" Lu Hao said, struggling to hold back his laughter, "When your Divine Skill is fully developed, you can get your revenge. We cultivators need to have a resilient heart."

    "Yes!" Fire Crow gritted his teeth.

    The fatty trembled with suppressed laughter and accidentally...

    "Clatter."

    His cellphone fell out.

    "Huh?" Fire Crow looked at the cellphone on the ground, bemused: "Cellphone? Master, are you also a time-traveler?"

    "Yes, I am also a time-traveler." Lu Hao looked at Fire Crow’s silly expression and couldn’t hold back any longer, laughing loudly: "Hahaha, we are all time-travelers."

    Seeing that the fatty wasn’t holding back, the guests let loose even more, each taking out their phones.

    "Yes, we are all time-travelers, keep your pose and let us take a photo."

    "Should you trend on social media first? We’ll help you!"

    "Seriously, you’re such a devoted actor, it’s my first time seeing someone perform like it’s real."

    "..."

    For a moment, Fire Crow was surrounded by flashlights, hands still stuck on his buttocks, and his mind turned to mush.

    "Alright, alright, that’s enough." Lu Xiaobu, out of breath from laughing and extremely delighted, said: "Zhang Wenliang, handle this, make sure it’s handled well, I don’t want to see anyone retaliated against, once you return, you can act the good guy."

    "Sure thing, Uncle." Zhang Wenliang said excitedly, calling him uncle with absolute ease—finally he could act the good guy.

    The baffled Fire Crow was taken away by Zhang Wenliang, what happened to him afterward is not elaborated.

    The atmosphere in the tavern remained lively, guests continuously promoted the new Night Drunken Tavern through various channels, drawing more people over.

    The recurring scenes of newcomers unaware of the rules being pranked by the old-timers.

    "Sister Lan, you can mix drinks, right?"

    Lu Xiaobu leaned on the bar, grinning as he watched the tavern’s performances, meanwhile asking.

    "A bit." Liang Lan nodded.

    "Then, Sister Lan, this one’s for you, help me mix a Coca-Cola." Lu Xiaobu took out the Coca-Cola recipe.

    "Okay, Young Master, I’ll go now."

    Liang Lan glanced at the recipe, nodded, noting it was very detailed, wondering what kind of drink it would be.

    Zhang Wenliang returned enthusiastically, rubbing his hands and smiling: "Uncle, I’ve handled it, I can..."

    "Go ahead." Lu Xiaobu gestured with his hands: "I’ll set the stage, the next act is yours."

    "Hahaha, it’s finally my turn."

    Zhang Wenliang, thrilled, immediately changed his clothes and blended into the tavern scene.

    He had thoroughly planned his script, including all sorts of twists. Even if Lu Xiaobu threw curveballs at him, he would perform seamlessly, fulfilling his Jianghu dream.

    He was ready to thoroughly enjoy himself.

    But what he didn’t notice was that Zhang Meng suddenly whispered to Lu Xiaobu: "Young Master, Zhang Wenliang’s father, Zhang Benhu has arrived. It seems like he’s concealing his identity, perhaps to probe our tavern’s information. Should we do something..."

    Lu Xiaobu instantly revealed a huge wicked smile: "No, let him stay hidden, go, let father and son duel. Sounds quite interesting."

    ...

    Zhang Wenliang, dressed in a pure white ancient scholar outfit, sat quietly, sipping his drink.

    Having secured a promise from Lu Xiaobu, he didn’t need to forcibly add drama to himself like the others, he just needed to maintain enough presence.

    Bang—

    And at this moment, a huge hammer suddenly smashed down on the table, producing a dull sound.

    At the same time, a man clad in nightwalker attire with a veiled hat covering his face, making it obscure, sat opposite Zhang Wenliang, guided by Zhang Meng.

    This burly man didn’t say a word and just began to drink the wine in front of Zhang Wenliang.

    "Friend, isn’t that a bit much? If you wanted a drink, just say so. Why steal someone else’s love?"

    Zhang Wenliang, with full swagger, said calmly.

    His eyes were filled with boundless joy, and he couldn’t help but reveal an excited smile at the corners of his mouth.

    Looks like calling this uncle here wasn’t in vain.

    Lu Xiaobu knows I’m playing a scholar and even brought a burly man to act opposite me.

    Yes, yes, that’s right, the greater the contrast, the higher the swagger!

    "Hmm? Hmph!"

    The veiled Zhang Benhu snorted coldly, ignoring Zhang Wenliang’s words, and continued drinking.

    He couldn’t understand why, given that Lu Xiaobu had just taken over with trust issues, and after a bar smashing, it could still be this buzzing?

    So, he came to secretly investigate.

    However, what he didn’t know was that his so-called disguise was completely transparent in the eyes of former Special Soldier instructor Zhang Meng!

    "How dare you ignore me? You’ve got guts!"

    Zhang Wenliang barked sternly, continuing to swagger: "It seems my Scholar’s Life-taking Sword has been silent in Jianghu too long, that even the cats and dogs dare to steal my thing."

    "How audacious!"

    Zhang Benhu slammed the table fiercely, chastising, although he was here on serious business, being insulted by his son was still uncomfortable.

    "Audacious? When I was bold, you didn’t even know whose womb you were in!"

    Zhang Wenliang sneered, but his heart was slightly puzzled; this voice sounded very familiar.

    "Talk nonsense again, and I’ll smack you, I will!" Zhang Benhu was extremely furious.

    "Smack me? State your name, my Scholar’s Life-taking doesn’t strike the anonymous!"

    Zhang Wenliang slowly drew his Treasure Sword, dressed in a white robe, looking incredibly dashing.

    He saw some of the beautiful women around showing admiring expressions, feeling even more delighted!

    Hahaha, this is the real me, what Zhang Liuchou; all that is fake.

    "I am your father!"

    Zhang Benhu roared.

    "And I am your grandfather!" sea??h thё N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Zhang Wenliang also got angry, what kind of person is this? How could they be so disrespectful and scold randomly?

    "I really am your father!"

    Zhang Benhu was so angry he almost flipped the table.

    "I really am your grandfather!"

    Zhang Wenliang was so agitated he almost truly struck with his sword.

    "Damn, you’re reversed (rebelling against me)!" Zhang Benhu could no longer hold back, and yanked off the hat on his head: "Take a good look, am I your father?"

    "I bloody..." Zhang Wenliang was about to curse again.

    And then...

    "Dad?!"

    Zhang Wenliang, looking at that familiar face, was gobsmacked.

    "Come on, tell me, who’s grandfather are you? Huh!" Zhang Benhu verbally lashed out, slapping him across: "And who’s the bloody womb you mentioned? That’s your grandmother’s belly!"

    "Dad? Why are you here? And dressed up like this?" Zhang Wenliang felt like crying but had no tears; who had he provoked?

    Once he heard that, Zhang Benhu’s old face blushed, but he still yelled: "I’m your dad, it’s none of your business?"

    As family members know their own affairs, his personality was rather suspicious, hence he often overthought things.

    His current incognito identity, together with previously taking advantage of Liang Lan, and deploying a tactic of injuring oneself to win the enemy’s trust during the car show today, all followed the same rationale.

    However, he truly couldn’t understand why these tactics, usually incredibly effective against other businessmen, even business tycoons, repeatedly failed miserably with Lu Xiaobu, this prodigal son, even humiliating himself?

    What on earth was with this young wastrel?

    Frighteningly enigmatic!