Outside the clubhouse, two men in black tactical gear immediately blocked Qin Xuan and Ling'er.
"Excuse me, please show your identification."
"Identification?" Qin Xuan shook his head.
"Then I'm afraid not, the two of you," said the thinner, taller man.
At this moment, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up to the clubhouse entrance, and a young man in a suit alighted from the car.
He then walked straight into the clubhouse.
The two guards didn't even try to stop him, instead making a welcoming gesture.
Ling'er, standing beside Qin Xuan, was immediately displeased and asked the guards,
"He doesn't have an invitation, why can he go in, but we can't?"
The guard replied with a hint of disdain,
"He's from the Zhang family of the Imperial Capital, so of course he doesn't need to show identification to enter."
Ling'er immediately understood and said indignantly,
"You're looking down on people!"
The other guard also crossed his arms and chuckled,
"You figured it out, huh? So what, we just don't want you two to go in."
"Judging by your attire, you're probably from some slum, trying to sneak in and get a glimpse of high society."
Although the Imperial Capital was the foremost city in the Dragon Country and its wealthiest, it also had many slums.
Because money was everywhere in the Imperial Capital, many people from other cities wanted to come and try their luck. However, upon arriving, they realized this was not money they could easily pick up.
But unwilling to return, they preferred to stay and work menial jobs, leading to the proliferation of slums. These laborers couldn't afford the Imperial Capital's average rent, which started at four to five thousand.
Yet, the city couldn't let these people sleep on the streets, hence the existence of slums.
Ling'er was unhappy hearing this.
Slums were for those with less money, but in the mouths of these upper-class individuals, the term had become a derogatory insult.
"How can you insult people like that!" Ling'er said angrily.
The tall, thin guard sneered,
"What, I can insult you? What are you going to do about it? You country bumpkins who cling to the Imperial Capital, polluting its air!"
"You! You scoundrel!" Ling'er, having never endured such humiliation, retorted.
"Damn it! You little bitch, how dare you curse me! You're asking for death!"
The tall, thin guard, insulted, immediately flew into a rage. How dare these slum dwellers curse him!
He raised his hand and swung a palm towards Ling'er's face.
The tall, thin guard's movement was incredibly fast, for he was a martial artist! Ling'er had no time to dodge.
Ling'er's face turned pale with fright, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
Just as the tall, thin guard was about to strike Ling'er.
*Bang!*
A muffled grunt sounded, and the tall, thin guard was sent flying, smashing into the clubhouse doors, embedded in them, and knocked unconscious. The rich second-generation who had just arrived at the entrance flinched and quickly ran inside.
Ling'er slowly opened her eyes and saw the tall, thin guard stuck in the door, her expression one of utter astonishment.
"Brother..."
Ling'er was about to ask Qin Xuan if he had saved her, but he waved his hand, interrupting her, and pulled her behind him.
The remaining guard was visibly shaken. His own brother was a martial artist! A Houtian stage martial artist!
And he was gone with just one punch?
This person was also a martial artist! And his realm was beyond Houtian, at least Xiantian! He, a mere Houtian, was no match for him!
He quickly regained his composure, retreated rapidly, and fumbled for his walkie-talkie.
"Requesting backup! There's a Xiantian martial artist causing trouble at the entrance!"
After speaking, he glared sinisterly at Qin Xuan,
"Kid, you dare to cause trouble here? You're tired of living. Even if you're a Xiantian martial artist! You'll be staying here today!"
Qin Xuan's expressionless face suddenly broke into a cold smile,
"It seems the Imperial Capital is as it always has been. Because of vermin like you, the Imperial Capital is full of filth."