Isn't that selling one's soul and body for a chance at fame? If that's the case, I can sell myself out now, but what will become of me in that circle later?! It's better to quit early, preserve my dignity, and avoid being tainted by it too much.
After thinking it through, Wei Lai's originally frightened eyes hardened, and he looked at Old Liu fiercely: "I won't agree to your request even if I don't want to join this circle! Bah, filthy!"
Old Liu was humiliated by Wei Lai, a newcomer, in front of so many people, so of course he was furious.
Seeing that Wenrou wasn't working, he decided to force him.
Old Liu relied on his fat body and pressed his whole body on Wei Lai, trying to control Wei Lai in this way.
But Old Liu is, after all, a fat man whose body has been hollowed out by alcohol and meat, and he is far inferior to the young and strong Wei Lai.
So, Wei Lai knocked him over with one force.
Seeing this, several other big guys came forward to help Lao Liu.
Although they were not particularly harmonious, they felt deep down that their class could not be insulted by an unknown person like Wei Lai.
They rushed forward and surrounded Wei Lai. When Wei Lai saw this situation, he knew that it might be difficult for him to leave today.
He picked up a wine glass from the table beside him and smashed it hard on the table. He pointed the tip of the glass at the big guys and tried to straighten his spine to make himself look less scared: "Let me go!"
The big guys didn't dare to move two meters away from him, but Old Liu, whose face was red with anger, was not afraid of him. He stood up and shouted, "Bodyguards! Where are the bodyguards?! Get the hell in here! Can't you see your master is being teased? Hurry up and catch him! I'm going to kill him today, ahhhh!!!"
The bodyguards heard their master's shouts and broke in, standing in a row at the door with ferocious looks.
Wei Lai's tense nerves completely broke when he saw those big and strong bodyguards. He desperately turned the direction of the wine glass and pointed the tip at himself.
Old Liu saw through his intentions and pointed at him, shouting at the bodyguards, "Grab that wine glass for me! Damn it! It's not easy to die, I'm going to make you wish you were dead!"
The bodyguards received the order and swiftly snatched the wine glass from Wei Lai's hand and pinned him down to prevent him from moving.
"Aren't you very capable? You run? You grab another bottle! Hahaha, it still fell into my hands! You dare to go against my face? Today, I will let you know what a tragedy is!"
Old Liu walked towards Wei Lai with a grim smile. Wei Lai looked at Old Liu who was slowly walking in. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he pushed away the bodyguards who were holding him and rushed straight towards Yan Congliang who was about to leave.
He could see that this man was the boss here, and they all respected him. And...he didn't participate in those people's games.
So, he can save him!
Wei Lai seemed to have grasped the hope of life. He desperately crawled towards Yan Congliang, grabbed his trouser legs, and pleaded pitifully: "Sir, save me, please save me..."
Yan Congliang was already planning to leave. The show was over, and next would be those eye-catching clips that were not suitable for children.
Yan Congliang didn't have the hobby of watching others do things, so he was already ready to leave when Lao Liu tried to tear Wei Lai's clothes.
Only when he saw Wei Lai resisting did he stay with interest, wanting to see what this "little lamb" would do.
Who would have thought that he, a quiet spectator, would be drawn into this storm.
Yan Congliang took a step back with some disgust and looked at the reactions of the people present.
As the number one boss, he naturally has a lot of say, and those bosses are all watching quietly, wanting to see his attitude.
Especially Old Liu, who was watching there with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he would execute Wei Lai on the spot as soon as Wei Lai opened his mouth.
He impatiently interrupted Yan Congliang and said, "Mr. Yan, you don't need to get involved in this matter. Leave these scum to me!"
Yan Congliang watched this scene and did not reply, but raised the corner of his mouth playfully.
"Oh? Why do you think I will definitely save you?" Yan Congliang lifted his chin slightly, making him look up at her.
Wei Lai felt a force on his chin, forcing him to raise his head.
The first thing that caught my eye was the expensive custom-made suit, and then a handsome face came into view: the evil and indifferent eyes, the high nose bridge, and the exploitative lips made up a face that could captivate everyone.
The owner of that face was currently emitting a coldness that kept people at a distance.
Seeing Wei Lai looking at his face in deep thought, Yan Congliang's eyes darkened and he exerted a little force with his fingers.
Wei Lai was pulled out of his thoughts by the force on his chin. Looking at the man in front of him who was obviously angry, he said tremblingly: "I... I think you are a good person..."
Yan Congliang's fingers left Wei Lai's chin and said coldly, "Oh, little friend. You are still too naive. I am not a good person."
As he spoke, Yan Congliang twisted his fingers, and the smooth feeling just now seemed to still linger in his heart.
Seeing that Yan Congliang had no intention of dealing with Wei Lai, Old Liu pounced on him with a ferocious look on his face: "Little brat! Let's see where you can run today!"
Wei Lai used the same trick again, but this time he did not hesitate, nor did he think about saving himself. Instead, he picked up the broken wine glass and stabbed it into his aorta.
"Asan." The thin and cold voice was like the sound of nature. Following this voice, the man in black behind Yan Congliang moved.
He kicked away the glass that Wei Lai was trying to stab at him, and then kicked away Old Liu who pounced on him like a sow in heat.
Old Liu was kicked two meters away by Ah San, but when he saw who kicked him, he dared not breathe and knelt down hurriedly: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, what do you mean?"
Yan Congliang raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What do you mean? Sorry, I changed my mind. I somehow feel that this person is not bad as a little plaything."
With that, Yan Congliang indifferently left the smoky box and casually instructed Ah San: "Ah San, clean it and send it to 1903."
Luo Junchuan has a fixed presidential suite here, which is 1903. Although Asan behind him had some doubts in his heart, he still agreed respectfully.
Yan Congliang walked away leisurely, waved his sleeves, and even picked up a small toy.
Putting Wei Lai behind him, Yan Congliang returned to his room. He was tired of playing with these old things every day.
Really, it’s better to drink red wine in your room and enjoy the night view!
(To find out what happened next, please listen to the next episode. Someone, it seems, forgot that the little creature they picked up was drugged!)
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