The people in the booths gradually left.

Jin Yuanhao, sitting in the center of the dance floor, was wearing a black and gold jacket and had a woman dressed in an unusually revealing outfit in his arms. He held a microphone in his hand and shouted something.

"Is everything cleaned up?! Hurry up! My time is precious, you know?!"

Judging from his tone, he was already drunk before coming to the bar.

At that moment, standing on the dance floor, he immediately noticed that a booth in the corner below still had its light on, and someone was still sitting inside.

Jin Yuanhao suddenly flew into a rage, picked up the microphone, and roared at the lit corner.

"What the hell is going on?! We've cleared the place out, don't you understand?! You poor bastards, you think you're so desperate for a little bit of alcohol? Fine, I'm treating tonight!!"

"Where's the boss?! If I can still see that person within thirty seconds, I'll have to handle it myself."

After he finished speaking, his friends jumped onto the stage, laughing wildly, and one of them even started a countdown.

"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven..."

The boss was already standing below the stage, scratching his head helplessly. He had no choice but to climb up and express his respect for Jin Yuanhao with his whole body, speaking in a humble tone.

"Mr. Jin, this... I can't help it. You two are great benefactors to our store, and I really don't know what to do!"

"What do you mean, what should we do?!"

Jin Yuanhao kicked his boss hard, his expression arrogant and fierce.

"I gave you so much money, and you can't even handle this little thing? Do you even want to keep this shop open in the future?"

Jin Yuanhao's expression doesn't seem like he's deliberately trying to scare people.

The boss didn't dare utter a word even after being kicked to the ground, after all, the man in front of him was known as the Emperor of the Sea City, the Sea King.

Ninety percent of the bars in the city treat him like an emperor. Any bar he doesn't approve of can't survive a month. Without him even lifting a finger, the other bars will team up to drive that bar out of business.

The boss was truly on the verge of tears.

He couldn't afford to offend either of them.

Seeing his expression, Jin Yuanhao gave up on expecting anything from him, grabbed the microphone, jumped off the stage, and dragged a chair along the way to the booth.

All of his cronies followed, cheering and shouting behind him, which made Jin Yuanhao even more agitated and filled with resentment.

Inside the booth sat a woman in a long silk dress, her hair piled high on her head. In the dim light, her face was obscured, but one could sense a sense of awe emanating from her unapproachable aura.

Jin Yuanhao was drunk. In his eyes, there were only two kinds of people in the world: his dogs and dogs that would only behave after being beaten up.

Jin Shu raised her eyes, her expression dark and unreadable.

It's no wonder that Jin Shengguo would rather hand over all his assets to a heartless illegitimate son than give his own legitimate son a chance.

Compared to Jin Yuanhao, he can't even be called an incorrigible son; at least an incorrigible son is an honest and obedient child. But Jin Yuanhao is a complete mad dog in human skin.

Most of the time, he can still maintain his personal appearance, but once he enters his own territory, he will completely reveal the terrifying nature beneath his skin.

"It's a woman, damn it, I thought it was a man."

Jin Yuanhao was speaking, and his voice carried throughout the entire bar through the microphone.

The boss was trembling with fear because a rich young man who had come with Jin Yuanhao was standing next to him. The young man had taken his phone to prevent him from calling the police.

As long as the police aren't called, no matter how much trouble Jin Yuanhao causes, it can all be settled with money and connections.

Is there anything in the world that can't be solved with money?

If so, it must be because the money given was not enough.

After all, this move is Jin Yuanhao's winning formula. Over the years, how many messes has Qian helped him clean up?

The one in front of us is no exception.

She looks like the daughter of a wealthy family, but being alone in a bar so late at night with no one watching her, she's definitely not some rich heiress from a powerful family.

As long as it's not a trillion-dollar fortune, Jin Yuanhao can support anyone with less than a trillion dollars.

Who told him his dad was rich?

But what can you do when he's his father's only son?

No matter how much he complains, when something really happens, his father is quicker to take the money than anyone else.

This is Jin Yuanhao's confidence, allowing him to do evil in this world while wearing human skin.

Moreover, Jin Yuanhao is different from other scoundrels in film and television works in one aspect: he doesn't feel the slightest bit of pity or tenderness towards a woman.

Because he has seen too many women and has slept with all kinds of them, women no longer hold any attraction for him.

Especially when he's angry.

Without thinking twice, Jin Yuanhao picked up the microphone and hurled it at the dimly lit figure.

"Fuck your mother! Did you go deaf when I told you to get lost?!"

Hitting someone with a microphone is Jin Yuanhao's favorite way to hit someone lately, because when the other person is hit, a piercing electric shock will fill the whole room, followed by a wail of pain.

This allows for the complete recording of all the emotional reactions of the person being hit, and Jin Yuanhao enjoys doing it immensely.

However, this time he was disappointed. There was no static, no crying, because the woman had firmly grasped the microphone.

The next second, a cold voice rang out throughout the room.

"Jin Yuanhao, have I given you too much credit?"

The sudden familiar voice jolted Jin Yuanhao sobered up by three-tenths of his five-tenths drunkenness.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman opposite him who slowly stood up, watching her walk out of the dim light and slowly walk in front of him. Before he could react, a slap landed squarely on his face.

Jin Yuanhao was stunned by the slap.

Because this feeling is very unfamiliar.

Only his father would hit him when he was furious, but he would never hit him this hard.

So when Kim Won-ho was unexpectedly slapped, everyone around him was stunned.

This is the Emperor of the Sea! This is the son of the richest man! How dare someone hit him?!

Everyone stared at the woman in shock, and then, upon seeing her face clearly, they instinctively took a step back.

"Holy crap, Jin Shu!"

Just as many people know Jin Yuanhao as know Jin Shu.

Everyone in the industry knows that Kim Won-ho's succession was snatched away by his sister, who appeared out of nowhere.

I heard the old man has already changed his will!

(End of this chapter)