"With Brother Zu's abilities, he could easily earn millions a year anywhere!"
"Congratulations, Azu! Cheers to Azu's bright future!"
"Let those self-righteous parents regret it!"
In the crowd, after hearing Peng Guanzu's declaration that he was about to sever ties with his father and leave for distant lands.
The men and women around him had different expressions, but most of them were still holding up their wine glasses and flattering him.
Despite their verbal support for Peng Guanzu to leave his family and go far away.
But these cronies were well aware of the situation.
Without his father, who was an ambassador, it was questionable whether Peng Guanzu could even support himself.
Not to mention going into business and making a lot of money.
This privileged son of an official, who abuses his father's status, is practically being cheated out of food and drink every day.
They have no idea what the dangers and cruelty of society are.
"Grandma, forgive me for being blunt, but without your father, you are truly nothing..."
"Besides, Uncle Peng said he'll be returning to China soon and hopes to ease tensions with you. Why don't you wait until Uncle Peng comes back and then have a proper talk..."
However, at that moment...
Ke Weilun, who had been silent in the crowd, suddenly stepped forward and spoke.
Originally, he was one of the friends who most supported Peng Guanzu's escape from his family.
However, after witnessing the "Joker" Rogers incident firsthand.
The once unruly rich second-generation Ke Weilun seemed to have suddenly come to his senses.
I no longer want to use the so-called "independence" and "individuality" as an excuse for rebellion to drift aimlessly outside.
He chose to reconcile with his father, understand him, and agree to inherit the family business, which he originally did not like.
After Ke Weilun finished speaking, the originally joyful atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze.
All the drunken men and women stared incredulously at Ke Weilun, who was spouting such outrageous words.
I don't understand how Peng Guanzu's most obedient friend dared to say such harsh words in public today.
Aren't you afraid that the hot-tempered Ah Zu might just smash a bottle over his head?
"What did you say?"
As expected, Peng Guanzu, who was in high spirits, frowned and walked over from the stage after hearing these words from his former staunch follower.
In his hand, he still tightly gripped a half-sprayed bottle of expensive champagne.
“I’m telling you, without your father, you’re nothing!”
"Don't let these money-grubbing people around you fool you into losing your way!"
"Go home, reconcile with your dad, prioritize your family, he'll understand this time!"
Staring at Peng Guanzu's gloomy face, Ke Weilun, who had dyed his green hair back to black, remained calm.
It was as if he had made up his mind to pull his friend, who had gone to extremes, back to the right path.
"Smack!"
As soon as Ke Weilun finished speaking, Peng Guanzu slapped him across the face.
The crisp, loud slap even pierced the surrounding noisy nightclub music, attracting the attention of guests in the nearby booths.
"What's wrong with this kid today? Why does he always contradict me when Grandpa's in a good mood?"
"I don't know, it looks like the two of them are about to have a falling out..."
"Serves you right! You dare say I only got close to Azu for money? We clearly got there because of our solid friendship!"
"I can say with my hand on my heart that even if Ah Zu were a beggar, we would still be good friends!"
As soon as Peng Guanzu slapped him, whispers and gloating glances immediately rippled through the crowd.
"Say that again, and I'll slap you again!"
"Get out of here before I lose my temper!"
After slapping him, Peng Guanzu pointed at his former friend with one finger.
His slightly tipsy face, distorted by alcohol, was contorted as he roared.
I know what you're thinking.
“I’ll tell you why you dared to do this.”
"Because you have a father who can back you up and use his connections, power, and money to smooth things over."
However, Ke Weilun acted as if nothing had happened, simply rubbing his reddened face and continuing to mock.
"You're talking nonsense! I don't need anyone's help; I can take care of you myself!"
Peng Guanzu, as if his secret had been exposed, glared and reeked of alcohol as he angrily spoke.
"Fine, since you keep saying you want to get rid of your dad."
"So, if I don't choose to reconcile after this slap?"
"You will be taken to the police station immediately and detained for anywhere from three to ten days."
“However, I can arrange for an injury assessment. If the assessment determines that the injury is at least minor, then you will have to spend the next year in prison.”
"Didn't you want to leave your dad and go solo?"
"How about we make a bet? You promise to handle this all by yourself, and I'll see if I can get you locked up in jail for two years!"
"If you dare to use your father's connections, you're worse than a pig or a dog. Do you dare?"
Ke Weilun, also a second-generation member of a wealthy family in Kyoto, pointed his finger at Peng Guanzu's nose and loudly questioned him.
"You...I..."
Faced with such a crazy bet from a former friend.
Peng Guanzu, who was about to unleash his anger again, suddenly froze.
His slightly intoxicated brain was racing, trying to come up with a solution from a legal or other perspective.
However, after much thought, the only solution that could be come up with was...
He wanted his father to clean up the mess and resolve the issue, hoping to find a way to avoid jail time...
Otherwise, even if childhood friends demand hundreds of thousands in compensation, he wouldn't be able to come up with a single penny...
The others around were also taken aback by Ke Weilun's sudden outburst of words.
They all instinctively stepped back and moved a few steps away from the two of them.
After all, although he was nominally Peng Guanzu's follower, the Ke Weilun family's businesses also spanned the entire country.
If Peng Guanzu is truly determined not to rely on his father's connections.
Let alone Ke Weilun, that rich second-generation playboy from Kyoto.
Even if he were a senior executive of a family group, killing Peng Guanzu with that one slap would be as easy as crushing an ant!
"Is Ah Zu really going to do this?"
"He...he wouldn't want us to help teach Ke Weilun a lesson, would he?"
"Let me make it clear beforehand, I didn't touch Allen at all!"
"Me too, I'm just here to drink, don't drag me into this..."
Seeing this, he feared that Peng Guanzu might agree to the bet in anger, which would implicate him.
The other friends around him who had been boasting about their "life-or-death friendship" with Peng Guanzu all kept their distance.
Even if Peng Guanzu really accepts the bet, his father can't just stand by and watch his son go to jail.
But I'm different.
He might really become a scapegoat and end up in jail.
These cronies are still pretty clear-headed when it really matters.
"See these? These are the so-called friends who support your decision to leave home and go solo..."
"Believe it or not, if you really want to sever your father-son relationship, they will be the first to stab you in the back."
Ke Weilun's gaze swept over the retreating crowd, his eyes filled with disdain as he spoke.
Then, looking at Peng Guanzu, who was still in a daze, he softened his tone and said, "Uncle Peng called you earlier but you didn't answer."
"He asked me to tell you that he specially arranged for your favorite singer, Wang Yueheng, to sing for you on stage."
"Although it can't be said that the song was written entirely for you, I think you should be able to understand his good intentions."
As he spoke.
Ke Weilun took out his phone and checked the time.
"Look, he's already on stage..."
Then Ke Weilun turned on his phone and handed it to Peng Guanzu, who was still in a daze.
He controlled his anger, but deep down he still hoped that the other person could turn back and realize their mistake, just like he had.
Stop going out and messing around...
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