Su Zhiyi quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, cleared his throat, pointed at Ye Xuan and said to everyone: "I almost forgot to introduce you. This is Ye Xuan. He has superb racing skills. We even ran a few laps on the racetrack today." As he spoke, there was a look of pride on his face.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, with a polite smile on his face, and greeted everyone: "Hello everyone, nice to meet you."
Su Liyue's eyes lit up, and she said with interest: "So you are Ye Xuan. I often hear Fourth Brother mention you. When I saw you today, I found that you are indeed extraordinary."
Gu Shichen also echoed, "Miss Ye's racing skills must be very superb. If there is a chance in the future, I would like to see it for myself."
Ye Xuan responded modestly: "Thank you for the compliment. If you are interested, you are welcome to come to the racing club anytime."
Lin Yiping watched everyone communicating enthusiastically and felt a little more relaxed. A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and she blended into the cheerful atmosphere.
The topic at the dinner table kept changing, from racing to recent interesting things, and laughter and joy were heard everywhere.
Li Qiran looked at the lively scene, and the little depression in his heart dissipated a lot. He thought, [Although there are a few more people, this is quite interesting. ]
At this time, Lin Zhou, who was in the club, had just pushed a young master away and was about to replace him with someone else to continue having fun. Suddenly, a cold wind blew past and he shivered inexplicably.
The talisman of extreme misfortune quietly stuck to his back. In an instant, he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
But he was drunk at the moment and didn't think much about it. He continued to indulge in a life of luxury.
Just when he found another young master, he fell to the ground. Seeing this, the young master hurried over to help him, but his foot slipped and he fell directly on Linzhou.
Linzhou was pressed under the young master. Just as he was about to get angry, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if something had twisted it hard, and he hissed in pain.
The young master who had served Qian Chen was sharp-eyed and thought to himself, why did Linzhou's current appearance look exactly the same as the last time Qian Chen was "cursed"? Could it be that he had also offended some unclean creature?
Before he could think about it, several young masters around him hurriedly tried to help Linzhou up, but somehow one of them tripped over the table leg when he stood up, and the wine bottles and glasses on the table shattered to the ground, and the wine splashed all over everyone.
Lin Zhou's hand was cut by the broken glass, and blood was flowing. He was furious and cursed: "You idiots, what are you doing!"
Ah Ze was sitting on the sofa nearby, watching the chaotic scene weakly. Although he hated Lin Zhou for what he had just done, seeing him in such a state of disgrace, he felt a complicated sense of pleasure in his heart.
Aze struggled to sit up, wondering if he should slip away in the chaos, but his legs were weak and he collapsed back down as soon as he stood up.
Linzhou didn't care about Aze. He pushed everyone away and wanted to get a tissue to wipe the blood, but he kicked the leg of a chair. His toes felt a piercing pain. He jumped on one foot in pain, cursing.
At this moment, the lights in the private room seemed to be disturbed by something, flickering on and off, and everyone became more and more frightened.
The young masters were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They huddled together, not daring to breathe. One of them said in a trembling voice, "Young Master Lin... Young Master Lin, is this a ghost? Should we..."
Before he could finish his words, Linzhou glared at him fiercely: "Shut up, what evil are you talking about? Calm down!" But he was also frightened inside and tried to pretend to be calm.
Linzhou endured the pain and limped towards the door, wanting to call someone to clean up the mess, but as soon as he grasped the door handle, the door seemed to be welded shut and could not be opened.
He was extremely anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He kicked the door hard several times, but all he got in return was a severe tinnitus and a buzzing head.
At this time, in the corridor outside the club, a waiter passing by heard the noise in the private room and thought someone was making trouble, so he called a lot of thugs over.
The thug arrived at the door and kicked it open without saying a word. However, Linzhou, who was behind the door, was in a miserable state. He was bounced two meters away and a piece of glass bottle happened to pierce his butt.
Linzhou screamed in pain and rolled over on the ground. He frantically touched his butt with both hands, trying to pull out the piercing glass bottle fragments. But as soon as he touched it, the piercing pain made him gasp, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down even faster.
The group of young masters were so scared that they scattered and hid in the corner, trembling and not daring to breathe.
Aze was sitting on the sofa, looking at Linzhou's miserable condition. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile of relief, but it quickly disappeared. After all, he was still in this chaotic place and didn't dare to show it too obviously.
The thugs entered the private room and saw the mess inside, with broken glass and wine stains all over the floor, and Lin Zhou rolling on the ground in pain. They were all stunned.
The leading thug frowned and asked loudly, "Mr. Lin, what's going on?"
Lin Zhou was in so much pain that he couldn't speak a complete sentence. He could only roar intermittently: "You...you idiots, can't you see that I'm injured? Hurry up and help me up!"
The thugs finally reacted and rushed forward to help Linzhou up. However, perhaps because of the influence of the bad luck talisman or something else, one of the thugs accidentally stepped on Linzhou's hand hanging on the ground, and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered again.
After much difficulty, Linzhou was helped to sit up. His buttocks were already covered in blood, which had seeped out and stained the sofa red.
The young master who had served Qian Chen was completely panicked at this time. He trembled and approached Lin Zhou, whispering: "Young Master Lin, I see that your condition is too similar to the time when Young Master Qian Chen was in trouble. Could it be... that you have really been possessed by some evil spirit? Otherwise, let's find a master to take a look?"
When Linzhou heard this, he was about to get angry, but when he thought about the series of bad luck that had happened one after another, he began to worry.
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain and said: "Go... go find me a reliable master quickly. If you can't find one, you will all be in trouble!"
The thugs looked at each other, not daring to disobey the order, and quickly sent a few people out to find the master.
The rest of the people stayed in the private room, looking at Linzhou's miserable appearance, and they were secretly glad that they were not involved in this bad luck.
The thugs who went out to look for the master soon brought an old man with them. The old man was quite capable and directly suppressed Linzhou's bad luck, but he was unable to solve it completely.
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