Chapter 1728

As Soren introduced each of his friends to Quin, she nodded as a sign of courtesy.

After the introduction, Soren lifted a glass of wine and said, "Quin, I'm aware that my sister, Annie, met you yesterday. It was so hot-headed of her to offend you."

"Today, on behalf of my sister and the Zhou family, I apologize."

Then, he raised his head and downed the glass of wine in one gulp.

"It's just a misunderstanding," Quin said. "It can be resolved if we talk it out." Then, she raised her glass and took a sip.

Hearing this, Soren said, "Good to know that she's pardoned. The main reason that I organised this luncheon is to offer my apology to you. At the same time, it's also for you to get acquainted with the young and successful men from East Stream City."

As soon as Soren finished talking, these "young and successful men" raised their glasses in tandem.

"Hi President Lin, I'm Daxton, a good friend of Soren. Pleased to meet you. I feel like I'm meeting an old friend. Cheers," Daxton filled the glass with wine and drank it off.

Quin raised her glass and took a sip. "It's great connecting with you."

At the sight of that, Daxton pulled a long face. He reprimanded, "Miss Lin, that's not the way to down a glass of wine. Am I not deserving of your friendship?"

Upon hearing this, Fade's face darkened. Just when he wanted to get up from his seat, she held him back while shaking her head. She then lifted her glass and finished her drink in a single gulp. "I'm sorry Daxton. I'm not aware of the etiquette in East Stream City."

"Oh, it's no big deal. It's just a misunderstanding," Daxton brightened up immediately. Then, he turned his head and exchanged looks with Soren and others.

This was the strategy they had cooked up a day earlier. They would each take turns to pour some wine into Quin's glass in an attempt to get her drunk. As soon as she was drunk, they would be able to do anything they wanted.

Daxton was the first to execute this strategy.

Then, Ford and the others followed suit, each taking their turn to make a toast to Quin.

She had no choice but to drink. After all, she had just had a drink with Daxton. It would be unfitting if she refused to drink with the others.

After drinking a toast from everyone, she had had about five to six glasses of wine. Her cheeks had turned red.

Most ladies would have been intoxicated by now, but not quite for Quin. She was, after all, a businesswoman running her own company, and she was used to entertaining and drinking. Her alcohol tolerance would thus be higher in comparison to most ladies.

Fade could not bear it any longer. He stopped the next person who wanted to make a toast to Quin and said coldly, "That's enough. Quin can't drink anymore. I'll drink on her behalf."

"I'm here to drink a toast to Miss Lin. Why would you want to drink on her behalf?" The other party was upset. There was a tinge of displeasure in his eyes.

Fade directed his gaze at the table and put down the glass. He was about to fly into a rage.

At this moment, Soren stopped this friend of his from making a toast to Quin. She also managed to calm Fade down and eased the tension in the room. Soren stopped all subsequent attempts of

making a toast to her.

Instead of drinking, everyone was chatting. Not only did she not turn tipsy, but she was now as sober as a judge.

Looking at the situation, Daxton and his friends were flustered. They were exchanging looks with each other anxiously.

With someone as stunningly beautiful as Quin sitting right in front of them, they could not help but tingle with concupiscence. All they wanted to do was to pounce on her immediately. Time was ticking away, yet they did not manage to intoxicate her. Naturally they were a little agitated at this moment.

Loren was able to identify with his friends. He pointed at Fade stealthily, motioning that he had been the snag to the success of their plan.

It was clear that with him around, they would be unable to intoxicate Quin.

As everyone was exchanging looks with each other, a sturdy bald man walked towards Fade and said, "I get to know that you're a martial artist. I have learned martial arts for several years. Let's learn from each other through a friendly battle."

At a glance, he could tell the level of his skill. He was merely at the intermediate stage of the Yellow Level. Hence, he shook his head and said, "You're out of my league!"

Taken aback by Fade's remarks, the man pulled a long face and said, "So confident, huh? We can't tell who is stronger until we fight."

Soren and the rest also echoed the same sentiment.

"Mr. Chen, Ainsley is the real deal. He used to learn from a Black-Level master. I guess you're a tad overconfident."

"You're a martial artist after all. It's just a friendly fight. Why are you professing to be a martial artist when you don't have the guts to concede to an invitation for a friendly fight?"

"Ainsley, I see somebody's being a chicken. Let's not put him in an awkward position."

As Fade was bombarded with sarcasm, the bald-head Ainsley picked up an apple and tossed it over to Fade. It knocked over the glass, causing wine to be splashed in his direction.

"I'm sorry, it slipped through my hand," Ainsley said apologetically, but he did not seem to feel sorry at all.

Fade snorted. He grabbed the table cloth and blocked the wine that was splashed in his direction with a gentle wave.

Then, he stood up. As he looked at Ainsley, he sneered, "You want to have a friendly fight, huh? Be my guest."

Ainsley pointed outside and said, "It's too cramped here. We can't have a good fight here. Let's go out there."

Fade instantly leapt out of the room, not uttering a single word.

Ainsley turned around and looked at his friends before making his way out of the room.

Everyone made a beeline outdoors to watch the fight. Soren, Daxton and Ford did not follow suit.

Ainsley looked at Fade and sneered, "Young man, so pompous of you, huh? Now, let me show you how strong I am."

Fade gave him a nonchalant look and said, "Stop bullshitting. Let's fight."

"You..." Ainsley was provoked. He let out a piercing scream and immediately swung his fist at Fade.

Those scions were buzzing with joy and couldn't stop cheering.

"Ainsley, go for it!"

"Let's kill him and let him know how powerful we East River Warriors are."

"Teach him a lesson. Such a stuck-up snob."

Amid the uproar, Fade stood still with a calm face. He looked as Ainsley came closer with his fist.

The moment Ainsley's fist came close to his shirt, Fade struck back by smacking his fist.

There and then, Ainsley felt a huge force coming his way and there was an excruciating pain in his arm. He was flung into the air before falling to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The scions were stunned as they did not expect the fight to end up as such. In an instant, there was complete silence.

"I've told you, you're no match for me," said Fade, his head down looking at Ainsley who was lying on the ground. Then, he walked into the building with his hands clasped behind his back.

At this moment, Ainsley gave a cold-eyed stare. He yelled, "Stop him."