The woman picked up her glass and drank it all in one gulp. She looked at Lu Feng, smiled, and sat down without saying a word.
The bar was filled with people swaying and nodding to the loud music. People around Lu Feng had noticed what was happening, and the security guards came over to try to intervene, but they couldn't afford to offend such a large group.
An internal security guard was standing outside negotiating with Chicken Brother's men, saying that if they wanted to fight, they could go outside and fight, and it wouldn't matter if someone was killed. But before he could finish speaking, he was pushed away.
Nocturne Bar is the biggest bar here. This kind of place is definitely protected by someone, and not just anyone. Various gangs have set up branches here, firstly to make it easier to manage their own people, and secondly to compete with others for territory.
These gangs don't rely solely on protection money; they have their own companies and businesses, and even hold shares in this Nocturne bar.
Inside a private bathhouse sat a man in his forties. A movie was playing on the television. There were eight or nine other people scattered around the seats, all with identical tattoos on their bare upper bodies.
The door opened, and a man in a suit walked in, stepping forward and saying, "Master, something's happened."
"What happened?" the middle-aged man asked, somewhat displeased.
"One of our men got beaten up at the Nocturne Bar, and it was someone from mainland China!"
"So what if I hit him? I have so many underlings, I can't possibly control them all. Just leave me alone," the man said dismissively.
"But he sent someone over to call for reinforcements, and the other party is still waiting there. Besides, they just joined us, so we're worried it will affect our reputation in the underworld!"
"Oh dear!" The middle-aged man stood up with some dissatisfaction. At his age, he had long since become indifferent to fighting and killing; this gang was also a business.
It's impossible to ignore it. A bad reputation in the underworld will make it difficult to recruit new members, especially since other competitors are working very hard.
"Coder!"
A few minutes later, seven or eight cars sped away, crossed two streets, and stopped in front of the Nocturne Bar, attracting the attention of many people.
Fights are common in bars; you can see at least ten fights every night if you just stand outside. But this is the first time I've seen such a large-scale brawl recently.
The car door opened, and the middle-aged man got out. Some of the people who had known him for a long time immediately recognized him.
"Brother Nan! This is a big deal."
"What Brother Nan?"
"The Bamboo Union's leader here is an absolutely all-powerful figure."
"Brother Nan is here. What big thing happened at Nocturne tonight?"
"You guys don't know, a guy from mainland China beat up a member of the Bamboo Union at the Emperor's booth."
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Inside the bar, many people noticed what was happening, but they still shook their heads. One of Brother Chicken's men ran over and shouted, "The boss is here!"
When those four words reached Tang Zhongren's ears, they instantly took on a different meaning. He never expected that such a small matter could attract the attention of a hall master.
When the woman next to Tang Zhongren heard that the gang leader had arrived, her face instantly lit up with a smile. Having spent many years in the bar scene, she knew very well that someone like Young Master Tang was at best a fat pig. If you wanted to thrive in the world, you had to get along well with a man like the gang leader to avoid being bullied.
A large group of people walked over in a grand procession. Brother Nan was smoking a cigar, looking very unwell. He was wearing a suit jacket, and someone was clearing the way for them. Everyone who passed by was pushed aside.
Even those who are usually slow-witted and don't think straight would quickly take two steps back upon seeing this, their faces showing fear.
The group shoved and jostled their way to the booth. Brother Nan, with a cigar in his mouth, asked, "Who touched my people? Step forward!"
“Me!” Lu Feng looked at him and said.
"How do you want to die? Say your last words!" Brother Nan was a straightforward man, asking directly. His coat swayed, and a pistol could be vaguely seen at his waist.
"Brother Nan, I've been thinking about you for so long." The woman stood up and said in a soft, sweet voice, "I admire you so much. It's just that this mainland guy who came here to cause trouble. Young Master Tang was going to treat him to drinks, but he didn't give him any face and even messed around with your little brother's girl."
Nan Ge looked at Tang Zhongren, sized him up, and said, "From the Shipbuilding Group?"
Tang Zhongren wasn't familiar with these gangs, but he still had to give some face to wealthy people, especially the very rich.
Shipbuilding groups are not included.
"I just came here to have fun, it has nothing to do with me." Tang Zhongren first distanced himself from the situation.
Seeing that the outcome was decided, Chicken Bro covered his head with his hands and got up, becoming arrogant again. He raised his hand and flipped the table over, instantly spilling drinks all over the floor.
"So arrogant, huh? Go eat shit! Someone, dig a lump of gold out of the toilet for him." Chicken Bro glared at Lu Feng and said viciously, "You have two choices now: either get shot or eat shit!"
Seeing that things were about to get out of control, Sister Wu hurriedly stepped forward to say something, but she was pushed back after taking just one step. Li Fang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan; this time, she had really made a huge mess of things.
As Brother Nan arrived, the music stopped, and everyone looked over, staring at Lu Feng and gossiping. Why did he have to provoke him? Did he really think he could do whatever he wanted just because he had money?
"So what if he's rich? Let's see what he can do now."
"That's right. He only acts arrogantly with money in front of us. In front of Brother Nan, his little bit of money is nothing."
"Should we leave? What if they open fire in a bit? We don't want to get caught in the crossfire!"
"That rich trash, I want to see how he makes a fool of himself."
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