Chapter 95 is an extra chapter to make up for the two monthly tickets from last night.
After Fu Le finished speaking, even the simple-minded Wang Li understood. The boss needed people because he was in trouble. "Boss, I have no problem." He had finally found a company with easy work and high pay, and he was unwilling to give it up. As long as the boss paid him, he had no problem. Besides, he had grown up alone, relying on the kindness of others, and had no family burdens. He just wanted to eat well, drink well, and live well, without any worries.
Zhou Han and the other two paused for a moment, but didn't think about it for too long. "There's no problem."
Upon hearing this, Fu Le realized that Zhou Han was the one guarding the area, and the other two were following Zhou Han, while Wang Li was alone.
"That's fine. Tonight at 11 PM, at the entrance of Dahai KTV. Don't be late."
"yes!"
Upon receiving a response, Fu Le broadcasted from inside the company, "Give Zhou Han a van; I need it."
“Okay, boss,” Cao Junwei’s voice came through.
A day and a night passed, and neither Li Guang nor Liu Jianhui saw the girl from the Fu family. They thought she was just a coward who liked to scare people. Although she could fight, it was impossible for her not to take the money. So, Liu Jianhui decided to send someone else, a few more capable fighters, while he sent Li Guang, that idiot, directly to collect protection money.
Inside the private room, Liu Jianhui was chatting animatedly with the clients he was hosting that day, enjoying his drinks, when suddenly his underling rushed in, "Boss, Fu Le is here, and she brought four people with her."
"Who is Fu Le?" Liu Jianhui, who was still drunk, didn't react for a moment.
"Old Fu's daughter, Fu Le, seems unusual. She's already waiting at the front desk."
"Oh, it's Old Fu's girl, tsk tsk... She really has the guts to come. Wait, I'll tell Boss Gu, you take a few brothers over there first and scare her a bit."
"Yes." The underling hesitated for a moment before going out to call out the number of people.
The girl was incredibly imposing, and he was somewhat intimidated, but if he backed down, the boss could kill him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
Old Fu is known to all of Liu Jianhui's underlings who have worked for him for more than five years. He has strong connections and is generous. He has borrowed money from Boss Liu several times, but each time he has paid back the principal and interest. He has always been a guest of honor of Boss Liu, and every time he is entertained, a lot of money is spent. It's just that I don't know why he can't even come up with 50,000 this time, and the relationship between the two sides has deteriorated to this extent.
In the dimly lit private room, at the head seat, a sharply defined profile was faintly visible in the dim light, making it impossible to discern the full features. Liu Jianhui walked up to the man, bowed deeply, and spoke to him. The man nodded, and Liu Jianhui, with a forced smile, left.
In the lobby, a slender and tall girl in a silver tracksuit sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, looking relaxed and carefree. Four other tall and strong young men stood on either side of the sofa, their faces cold and aloof, looking unapproachable and clearly not to be trifled with.
When the younger brother called out about ten of his men, they saw a woman sitting comfortably on the sofa drinking tea, along with four other people beside her. Suddenly, the phrase "ugly melons and cracked dates" became a vivid metaphor.
Look at his bodyguards, they're all tall and strong, full of energy, none of them are shorter than 175cm. And those behind him, none of them are even 165cm tall. They've all been ruined by alcohol and women, they don't exercise at all, they're just living on a breath of immortality.
The eldest brother even said he would scare them, but it's unclear who was scarering whom.
The group of ignorant fools behind me were far less perceptive than I was. They knew the purpose was to scare people, so they were gloating. One of them even whistled at the girl on the sofa.
The younger brother steeled himself and took a few steps forward. "Miss Fu, our boss is busy right now. Please wait a moment, have some tea, we..."
"Brother Wei, so she's a prostitute too, hahaha... Miss, do you want to come over and chat with your brother... ah..." The blond-haired guy, shaking his head like an idiot, stood up, spat out the betel nut he was chewing on the ground, and was about to 'drive' when... and then, that was it. He only had time to scream once before he slammed his head on the front desk and passed out.
This kick was delivered by Zhou Han, whose face was filled with murderous intent and whose eyes were filled with gloom.
The underling, who had been holding back all the polite words, caught his breath. His gaze towards Zhou Han seemed to be burned by something. He shrank back, turned around to scold him, but little did he know, his teammates were indeed stupid and clumsy in their own way.
All that could be heard was, "Brothers, grab your weapons and tie these troublemakers up!!!"
Then, with a series of clattering movements, the thugs behind him, each armed with a wooden stick, rushed forward.
Wang Wei felt a chill run down his spine. While everyone else was charging forward with great enthusiasm, he chose to go against the flow, hiding under the table behind the reception desk. There, he met the eyes of a girl with smoky eye makeup.
The two looked at each other and smiled, then awkwardly and tacitly turned their heads away, neither looking at the other.
Outside, cries of agony filled the air, and Wang Wei trembled with fear.
Liu Jianhui arrived late with his men, only to find his dozen or so underlings lying haphazardly on the ground, at least half of them unconscious. A girl on the opposite sofa was watching them with a half-smile, calmly as if she had come to have tea. Wang Wei, who had been leading the work, was nowhere to be seen.
Liu Jianhui rubbed his forehead, veins bulging on his temples. "Damn it, Wang Wei!!!"
Wang Wei, under the table, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really didn't want to move. If he went out now, he would definitely be kicked. However, he couldn't stay still, or things would get even worse.
Hearing a noise behind him, Liu Jianhui turned around and saw Wang Wei with a wry smile on his face.
Liu Jianhui gritted his teeth, "You worthless bastard, why the hell don't you go home and suckle?! You coward!!!!"
When someone came knocking on his door, he got beaten up, and the person he valued was even worse than one of his thugs. When trouble came, the first thing he did was hide. Looking at the people the other party brought, this stark contrast severely damaged Liu Jianhui's self-esteem, which had been eroded for a day.
So he took off his shoes and pounced on Wang Wei, slapping him repeatedly on the head like he was whack-a-mole. The underlings slumped down, not daring to utter a sound.
Fu Le watched the farce unfold before him and sneered, soon laughing so hard he was doubled over, "Hahahahahahahahaha..."
Liu Jianhui, who was filming enthusiastically, turned his head fiercely and glared at the arrogant person who was laughing loudly. Then, he was met with four pairs of cold black eyes.
Liu Jianhui: ...
What are you glaring at me for? Trying to see who has bigger eyes?! These young people these days really don't know how to respect their elders!
I won't look at you, I'm not afraid, hmph!
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