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One of them spoke with a solemn expression.
The other person responded nonchalantly:
"What's there to be afraid of! I just heard that fat guy's accent, and he's clearly from Taiwan. With his appearance, what kind of trouble could he possibly cause?"
His words were full of contempt for the other party.
At this moment, Ke Yixue, unable to contain her joy and pride, interjected:
"Even if we encounter some trouble, we don't need to be afraid! Don't forget, my boyfriend Liang Ming's family has a martial artist who is proficient in internal energy! Moreover, Liang Ming has a wide network of connections, so solving these small problems is a piece of cake!"
As she spoke, her face beamed with pride, as if having such an outstanding boyfriend was an extraordinary thing.
Liang Ming himself smiled, seemingly quite pleased with his girlfriend's praise.
He nodded slightly and reassured everyone:
"Everyone, please don't worry, nothing will happen. Besides, this place is under Sister Xia's management. When we were drinking before, even Sister Xia came over to toast us personally! So even if something unexpected happens, I'm sure no one will dare to make us suffer because of Sister Xia."
Clearly, Xia Jie's toast had greatly satisfied their vanity, making them blindly confident that they could not possibly encounter any setbacks here.
However, He Yuzhu, standing to the side, looked helpless.
He thought to himself: These arrogant young men don't know their place at all. They don't have much real skill. At most, they can only show off a few flashy but useless moves. If they really encounter a tough opponent, they probably won't be able to fight back at all.
They got into trouble but didn't even bother to leave; they just kept drinking and having fun.
They're all young people, incredibly arrogant, and completely unaware of the darker side of society.
If the other party has any subordinates, they might retaliate directly.
If a conflict breaks out, these people won't be able to withstand a beating and will only get a taste of their own medicine.
He Yuzhu didn't want to get involved in their affairs; it was none of his business whether these people were hacked to death or the women were sent to be sold as prostitutes.
However, Huang Zhirou was his capable assistant, and he had been entrusted by his father to take good care of her today.
He asked, "Zhirou, you've had enough to drink. Why don't you come back with me?"
"What? You're going to take Zhirou away?" A girl not far away exclaimed immediately after hearing He Yuzhu's words.
"I'm telling you, you're disrespecting me by doing this!" Liang Ming, the host of the day, angrily questioned He Yuzhu.
He paid for this event today because he wanted to curry favor with Wilton, so of course he had to invite Huang Zhirou over.
He was very unhappy that He Yuzhu was going to take Huang Zhiru away.
"You can leave if you want, but you can't take Huang Zhirou with you."
"That's right, nobody wants you to stay. If you want to leave, you can leave on your own."
Ke Yixue shook Huang Zhirou's arm and then said:
"You're not just going to leave like this, are you? Have you really gotten together with this ugly man?"
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Chapter 486 Getting Beaten Up on My Own Territory
Huang Zhiru's eyes widened, and she was momentarily at a loss for words.
If she left with He Yuzhu right now, her friends would definitely mistakenly think that there was a secret between them!
This concerns her reputation, and Huang Zhiru is absolutely unwilling to be involved in such a scandal.
She looked at He Yuzhu with a troubled expression, secretly pondering how to deal with the situation next.
However, she was completely clueless about the impending conflict and had no idea that things would develop to this point.
At this moment, Huang Zhiru was truly caught in a dilemma.
After hesitating for a long time, Huang Zhiru cautiously began to speak:
"How about...we play a little longer?"
After saying that, she anxiously observed He Yuzhu's reaction.
After hearing Huang Zhiru's words, He Yuzhu thought about it for a moment and decided that it didn't matter.
After all, no matter how critical or dangerous the situation became, he was confident that with his abilities, he could still protect Huang Zhiru and prevent her from suffering any harm.
As for whether the others live or die, what does it matter to him? In any case, staying to watch the excitement doesn't seem like a bad idea.
Meanwhile, the guy with the big gold chain had been running rampant in Taiwan for many years, always enjoying smooth sailing and never experiencing such a huge setback as today.
The purpose of my trip to Hong Kong was to discuss an important business deal with Du Feihu.
Since they were on Du Feihu's territory, in order to show his sincere attitude of cooperation, he didn't even bring a single one of his underlings.
Who would have thought! He had only exchanged a few words of flirtation with a bar girl at a nightclub, and suddenly he was beaten up for no reason.
As a powerful figure who has dominated the martial arts world for so many years, when have I ever suffered such humiliation? It is an utter disgrace!
Before they could even brush off the dust, they turned and walked back, covered in dirt and bruises.
At this moment, two burly, strong men in flashy shirts stood straight at the entrance of the private room.
They had been looking serious, but when their eyes fell on the disheveled Boss Wei, their faces instantly showed astonishment and fear, their mouths agape as if they could fit an egg inside.
One of them was the first to come to his senses and stammered, "..."
"Mr. Wei... Mr. Wei, what... what's wrong with you?"
However, at this moment, Boss Wei had no mind to pay attention to the two of them. He was filled with an unnamed anger that he had nowhere to vent. Without saying a word, he reached out and pushed open the tightly closed door in front of him, and then staggered into the private room.
Upon entering the private room, the first thing that catches the eye is its extremely luxurious interior decoration.
The entire space was incredibly spacious and dazzlingly magnificent.
The walls are adorned with exquisite oil paintings imported from distant Europe;
Underfoot was a soft, thick, and valuable Italian hand-woven carpet;
Surrounding them were all high-end luxury furniture, such as genuine leather sofas imported from abroad.
Then look at that large, comfortable leather sofa, where a group of beautifully dressed and charming young women are already sitting densely together.
These girls were all incredibly beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, truly the most beautiful women in the world.
Any one of them would be hundreds of times better than those ordinary, mediocre dancers in the lobby.
There's no way around it; in this bustling and vibrant Hong Kong, any woman with even a little bit of beauty is willing to marry into a wealthy family and become a submissive concubine.
Or they are unfortunate enough to be intimidated and coerced by organized crime, leaving them no choice but to fall into prostitution and become mere playthings for the wealthy and powerful.
In a bustling corner of this metropolis, there exists a peculiar phenomenon—only those girls who are of average appearance and not particularly beautiful are willing to work diligently and earn money.
And sitting among this group of beautifully dressed women was a robust, muscular man.
Behind him stood several burly men in uniform, their expressions serious. Even on their own turf, these men remained highly vigilant, not daring to relax their guard in the slightest.
His most trusted and devoted henchman followed him closely, never leaving his side. This imposing figure was none other than Du Feihu, the renowned gangster boss of Causeway Bay.
When it comes to Du Feihu, everyone knows him.
He not only owned a bustling dock, but also controlled businesses on several streets.
The nightclub in front of us, named Red Romance, can be considered the best of all industries.
The decor here is extremely luxurious, making it one of the most upscale entertainment venues in the entire area.
At the same time, it was also a fixed location used by Du Feihu to entertain relatives and friends.
At this moment, Du Feihu was sitting leisurely on the sofa, enjoying the fresh and juicy lychees that Sister Xia had peeled for him, while casually placing his other hand on the long, fair thigh of a woman wearing a black miniskirt.
Although the woman wore a fawning smile, deep down she felt a profound disgust and aversion to this behavior.
Just as Du Feihu was fully enjoying the smooth, delicate, cool, and silky feel of the high-end stockings, a figure suddenly entered his field of vision.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Mr. Wei, who was wearing an enormous gold chain, stumbling in. Mr. Wei was covered in dirt and dust, looking extremely disheveled.
Upon seeing this, Du Feihu couldn't help but show surprise and quickly asked:
"Hey, Mr. Wei! What kind of show are you putting on? Why are you all dressed like this?"
Upon hearing this, Boss Wei angrily cursed:
"What the hell is wrong with me! I just went to the toilet to relieve myself and saw a young woman dressed more provocatively than all the other girls here!"
As Boss Wei spoke animatedly, pointing with his chubby finger at several heavily made-up, scantily clad women sitting on the sofa, he then tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of wine, continuing:
"When I saw her outfit, it looked just like the girls in this bar, so I figured she must be one of yours! So, I casually touched the girl with the really big breasts. But who would have thought that some young punk would suddenly appear and beat me up without saying a word, leaving me all bruised and battered."
Upon hearing this, Du Feihu frowned and asked with a puzzled expression:
"What? Cao Huiyang? This name sounds so unfamiliar. I've never heard of him before."
Xia Jie, sitting to the side, was utterly astonished and blurted out, "Cao Huiyang? Isn't that Cao Laoliu's son?"
"Oh? Sister Xia, you actually know him? Does this kid have some kind of impressive background?"
Boss Wei quickly pressed for an answer. Sister Xia smiled slightly and explained calmly:
"Speaking of Cao Laoliu, he's quite well-known in our Xinghua South Village area! He owns an industrial building and his own factory there. It's not a huge factory, but he still has assets worth over a million. However..."
At this point, Sister Xia paused slightly, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, a contemptuous smile appearing on her lips, and continued, "For people like us who walk the lines between the legal and illegal worlds every day, with connections everywhere, this amount of assets is simply not worth mentioning!"