C289 Uncover (2/2)

Fang Yang smiled humbly and said: ”Chow Tung is too kind. Chow Tung is only a dance floor elf, the eyes of someone who loves me are almost enough to cut me into pieces.”

Following the flipping of her dancing steps, Zhou Dongyu could naturally see Yang Chongming's first-rate, fiery, and envious gaze.

Seeing all this, Zhou Dongyu did not mind, and laughed lightly: ”It's just a few small shrimps, compared to Phalanx, they're not worth mentioning at all.”

Zhou Dongyu's straightforward words surprised him. Fang Yang, who no longer wished to guess and guess, directly asked: ”Speak, what is the purpose of this ball held today? I think this Hongmen Banquet is not as simple as it looks on the surface. ”

In regards to Fang Yang's bluntness, Zhou Dongyu tilted her head for a bit, her pretty face had a hint of mischievousness, that mature charm of hers at this moment was like a girl next door, and she said: ”I only want to give a pure ball, could it be that the Phalanx is not even willing to give me this little bit of trust?”

As he said that, Zhou Dongyu's expression revealed a sense of grievance, this expression caused people to think, causing Yang Chongming and the others who were closely watching to wish that they could rush over and mince Fang Yang into eight pieces.

Seeing Zhou Dongyu's words and actions, Fang Yang's expression became odd, and he unconsciously thought about what the gray-clothed man had said.

Could it be that this was the matter with the Club Number One?

There was the Earth Stage Expert guarding the Club Number One, could it be that even such a powerful expert did not realize that the Club Number One was being placed in a Ten fingered Maze Heart Formation?

Or could it be that the reason why the Club Number One knew about it was simply to let it flow freely, was it to lure out the gray-clothed man?

Fang Yang couldn't wrap his head around it, and even if he thought too much, he would still have a headache. Since he couldn't understand the situation at hand, he would just let it continue to develop.

The ball proceeded in an orderly manner. After Fang Yang and Zhou Dongyu finished dancing, Zhou Dongyu began her sociable journey and wandered amongst the crowd. She started to talk about her business and cooperation projects.

The Club Number One was very mysterious and strong, and this Zhou Dongyu was also a member of the Ancient Wutu Circle. However, the people she came into contact with was not limited to Ancient Wutu Circle. It was as if she was a moneymaking machine that would discuss money with others wherever she went.

As for Fang Yang, after he finished dancing with Zhou Dongyu, Fang Miaomiao, Xu Meng and Guo Xiang also came to join in the fun. After Fang Yang consecutively performed three dances, even Gong Qianqian came over to pull Fang Yang up.

After the last dance with Gong Qianqian, Fang Yang weakly found a seat and sat down. Wang Qiang, Ji Ping and the others gloatingly walked over as well. Xue Zimei was with them as she looked at Fang Yang with wide eyes and the expression on her face was something that even fools would be able to see.

However, Fang Yang could only pretend that he did not see them. He glared at Wang Qiang and Ji Ping angrily and scolded them: ”Why are you laughing? Did I ask you to come and watch the show? ”

The ball in the upper class was the most boring, because the ball was just an outer garment, the real purpose was to cooperate and win, it was to discuss their money making project, even the Fighter in the Ancient Martial Arts world could not be avoided.

It was not until the end of the dance that many people stopped talking about business and threw themselves onto the dance floor.

Fang Yang held onto a cocktail that was not mixed with alcohol and stood at the side. He wanted to avoid the crowd, but Tang Xiaoyu walked over to him and extended an invitation to him.

This time, Fang Yang did not carry her. He directly grabbed onto Tang Xiaoyu's hand, wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her into the dance floor.

The moment they started dancing, Fang Yang moved his head close to Tang Xiaoyu's ear and whispered: ”When are you going to take off your mask?”