The other person clearly had no idea why she was crying.

Go out like this.

What do you want to do?

[...]

The blond-haired guy, red-haired guy, and others were still squatting under the lamppost, smoking boredly.

"Speaking of which, Scarface has been in there for most of the day. That's enough time for me to play poker several times over."

Red Hair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared at the nightclub's entrance, but Scarface was still nowhere to be seen.

Hearing the red-haired guy's boastful words, the yellow-haired guy choked on his cigarette.

"Don't you feel ashamed when you say things like that?"

Red Hair was stunned for a moment.

The blond-haired man sneered, "With your short haircut, you think you can play several rounds of cards? You can't even last three seconds, how dare you say something like that?"

"They didn't even complain that you finished before you even took your pants off, and you're already thinking about playing cards several more times? Don't make me laugh."

"Yellow-haired guy, are you looking for a fight?"

"You're asking for a beating. I'm afraid if I punch you, you'll be kneeling and begging not to die."

"..."

After the two of them wrestled for a while, the others calmed them down, and the topic returned to Scarface.

"That's strange, why hasn't Scarface come out yet?"

"Did he go inside and have fun after collecting the debts?"

"I think it's possible. After all, that Lu Wanqing is really a money tree. She made so much money in just a few days. It doesn't seem like there's much of a problem if Scarface wants to have some fun."

That's what I said, but I still felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

The boss is having fun inside while his underlings are out enjoying themselves. No matter how you look at it or what you say, it's just not right.

If other people found out, they'd laugh themselves to death.

Red Hair was about to call Scarface.

Just then, a group of people suddenly surrounded them.

Observe the opponent's formation.

Red Hair and the others were shocked.

[...]

An abandoned room.

Upper floors of a nightclub.

A burly man, shirtless, turned the chair upside down and sat on it.

He grinned maliciously at the person kneeling before him.

Weren't you very assertive before?

"Give me another hardening now?"

The kneeling man dared not speak; his face was bruised and swollen, and even acquaintances could not recognize him.

No one would recognize that the person with the swollen, pig-like face in front of them was the same Scarface who had been thinking of looking cool just moments before.

Scarface felt very wronged at that moment.

He didn't recognize the person in front of him at all, nor did he know who the other person was.

Not only was I inexplicably bumped into by the other party, but I was also mocked by them.

They called him a "scoundrel".

How could Scarface, a veteran of many years, tolerate such an insult?

Without saying a word, he handed the other person a cigarette and conspicuously lit it.

I thought the matter was resolved.

But I was still drawn here by their enthusiasm.

I originally wanted to stand up for myself and fight a big battle with the other side.

But after getting to know him, Scarface realized he couldn't do it at all.

After a brief and gentle persuasion.

Scarface was completely numb.

I had no choice but to go numb.

He was beaten so badly that he could no longer feel any pain; his whole body was numb.

He wanted to know why the other person suddenly beat him up.

But the other party showed no intention of saying anything.

They just kept beating him, and he kept yelling until his throat was hoarse, and he was about to kick the bucket.

Then a phone call suddenly came in.

They stopped.

Taking advantage of the moment to catch his breath, Scarface quickly asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Big brother, can you... can you tell me what I did to offend you?"

Scarface had difficulty speaking because of his lisp, but he really wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Why did I get beaten up for no reason?

Has his reputation as Scarface lost its power?

Don't you know who his boss is?

"hehe……"

The burly man chuckled coldly and said icily, "You don't even know who you've offended. This beating wasn't for nothing. It's a pity, if you weren't still useful, I'd want to keep beating you."

"..."

Scarface was speechless.

He understood even less what the other person meant.

He didn't offend anyone.

Nothing much has happened recently.

Even if something happens, knowing who he's with, the other party won't go too far.

Besides, why was he beaten up in this nightclub, and why didn't anyone come out to help?

It was agreed that no one was allowed to cause trouble here.

No one can break the rules.

Why doesn't it work on him?

The burly man didn't explain further, and just stared quietly at Scarface.

Scarface felt a chill run down his spine; he racked his brains but couldn't figure out who he had offended.

I waited for quite a while.

Several footsteps came from the doorway.

Some people stopped walking, while others continued.

The door was turned open.

A burly man, as tall as an iron tower, walked in, bending over.

Upon his appearance, Scarface's pupils contracted and his face turned pale.

Such a physique is hard to forget.

After all, that rich young master has been attracting a lot of attention these past few days, and as his bodyguard, he would naturally have an impression of him.

What is this guy doing here?!

Tiger Soul, who had just entered, glanced coldly at Scarface and then stood aside, ignoring him.

Tiger Soul had absolutely no interest in such a weak person.

Scarface broke out in a cold sweat after Tiger Soul gave him a casual glance.

The other party's aura was too strong; he didn't even have the courage to resist.

But Scarface also thought of something.

This bodyguard will be here.

So……

That rich young master will also appear.

As expected.

Just as Hu Po stood aside, Luo Chen came into his sight.

To Scarface's shock,

Lu Wanqing also showed up.

Moreover, her hand was being held by Luo Chen.

Such actions.

Scarface was completely devastated.

At first, Lu Wanqing was confused about where Luo Chen was taking her.

Although she believed in her heart that Luo Chen wouldn't do anything to her.

But such a mysterious demeanor would naturally pique anyone's curiosity.

When I met those people from Tiger Soul on the road.

Lu Wanqing was somewhat frightened.

After all, tiger soul is too scary; it's the kind of thing that terrifies you even from a great distance.

But Tiger Soul was also Luo Chen's bodyguard.

Suppressing her emotions, Lu Wanqing continued to let Luo Chen pull her along.

Until we arrived here.

Lu Wanqing then understood what was going on.

Especially when you see that pitiful-looking pig's head kneeling on the ground.

That vague sense of familiarity.

Lu Wanqing quickly realized who the other person was.

Especially the scar along the corner of his eye and chin.

Who else could this pig-headed guy be but Scarface?

But why is Scarface here?

How could he have been beaten so badly?

Lu Wanqing was confused.

She remembered very clearly the arrogant and sinister look on Scarface's face from before.

It's hard to adapt to how things have changed so quickly.

[...]

The burly man, who had been sitting in a chair with a fierce expression, immediately stood up respectfully upon seeing Luo Chen arrive, and placed the chair behind Luo Chen.

Luo Chen nodded.

He pulled Lu Wanqing to sit down with him.

Lu Wanqing blushed at this gesture.

But he did not refuse.

"You're Scarface?"

Luo Chen asked coldly.

Scarface paused for a moment, then nodded frantically. When he saw Lu Wanqing appear, Scarface knew something was wrong.

Now that they were sitting together, Scarface knew things were serious.

He had previously thought that this rich young master was only here to have fun, and that even though Lu Wanqing was very beautiful, he wouldn't care about her affairs.

However, this slap in the face came too quickly.

They were pinned down here before they even left the nightclub.