Trillionaire's Slice of Life

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"Fuck him up."

After gulping down half a glass of white liquor, Chu Mo's face, already slightly flushed, slammed the table and stood up.

"Chu Bro, from now on, you're my big brother, Zhou Gang. I'll do whatever you say, and the brothers will listen to you."

The earring-clad youth beside him, who had just downed three glasses of liquor in succession, suddenly rose to his feet too, known as the most hot-tempered among the group. If it hadn't been for Li Ming holding him back, this twenty-year-old wealthy second-generation would've already rushed up with a bottle in hand.

With someone taking the lead, the fearless wealthy second-generations all echoed in agreement, ready to pick up a bottle and charge at the slightest provocation.

At this moment, the calmest person in the group turned out to be Li Ming. This third-generation rich kid with a ruffian vibe turned his gaze towards Lu Siyue sitting in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Si Yue, what do you say about this?"

Chu Mo frowned slightly. He was displeased with Li Ming's look; this was men's business. What was the point of dawdling with a woman, expecting the girls to rush up and help?

Sensing Chu Mo's dissatisfaction, the earring-clad youth who had risen too explained,

"Chu Bro, you might not know, but Houhai Bar is partly owned by the Lu family. If we fight here, affecting the bar's business is one thing, but if something bad happens, the bar might have to close for rectification."

While they were arguing, more jeers and taunts came from the booth on the opposite side, and Wu Xinyi, covered in stains, couldn't help but start crying softly. After all, she was just a student who had never experienced such a situation.

The anger in Chu Mo's heart rose rapidly. He turned his gaze directly towards the hesitant Lu Siyue in front of him, his expression dark as he said:

"Today's losses at the bar are on me. Are ten million enough?" Seeing Lu Siyue's eyes widen, Chu Mo immediately raised the price:n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Not enough? Then a billion! And if that's still not enough, name your price, any amount falls on me."

This time, there was no need for Lu Siyue to speak up. Li Ming on the side directly picked up the bottle of Maotai in front of him and walked towards the outside of the booth, followed by seven or eight second and third-generations cursing as they went along.

As for the four or five young ladies from rich families, they also followed with excited faces.

For these young girls who usually have nothing better to do than seek thrills, witnessing the boys fight with valor was bragging rights among their group of friends.

Lead by Chu Mo, whose face had turned red from drinking, the group of about a dozen people marched over to the booth across the way.

By this time, the hall had switched to dynamic music and colorful lights were flashing overhead non-stop, enveloping the entire bar in a wild atmosphere.

Li Ming, carrying a bottle in his hand, charged to the front without a word. The handsome youth across from him, holding two empty glasses, suddenly said with a smile:

"Li Ming, I thought you were going to chicken out. But your taste isn't that great, is it? You could really hit such sorry figures?"

The young man referred to as Sun Li was brimming with arrogance, pointing at the girl in Hanfu who looked like a drenched chicken, with a dismissive air.

There was no need to talk about reason anymore.

Under the influence of the alcohol, Chu Mo stepped forward and kicked the young man opposite him hard in the stomach.

With one kick, the previously arrogant youth bent over with his hands on his stomach. The youth with a fierce look in his eyes glared at Chu Mo, about to speak, when Chu Mo snatched the half-full bottle of Maotai from Li Ming's hand and smashed it hard onto the young man's head.

"Fuck..."

Then, that became the spark that ignited the brawl. The five or six companions of the youth and the eight or nine people behind Chu Mo immediately clashed in a melee.

Chu Mo's group had the upper hand, quickly taking down the leader of their opponents, and with them outnumbering the other side by two or three, their advantage became increasingly evident.

After Chu Mo and Zhou Gang, the earring-clad youth, worked together to take down the strongest young man on the opposite side, the area near the booth had descended into total chaos with endless noise and cursing.

The chaos came fast, but also dissipated quickly; within a minute or two, five or six of the youth on the opposing side were all lying on the ground.

And by that time, Chu Mo had worked up a sweat, his hot blood gradually cooling down, when he realized that about a dozen men in black had gathered behind him. However, they were all being held back by Lu Siyue, not a single one able to step forward.

"Chu Bro, what should we do with these bastards?"

The earring-clad youth, feeling closer to Chu Mo after fighting side by side, came up beside him and asked, pointing to the group lying on the ground.

Chu Mo looked at him with slight amusement and said,

"What, you want to kill them all to silence them?"

Hearing this, the earring-clad youth chuckled nervously and did not speak further.

Chu Mo rubbed his nose bridge. He hadn't taken off his glasses in the scuffle, and now the pair of glasses, worth 580,000, was nowhere to be found. He couldn't be bothered to look for them. Although his vision was a bit blurry without them, it didn't make much difference.

He went over to Lu Siyue and said in a low voice,

"How about her?"

Knowing exactly whom Chu Mo was asking about, Lu Siyue, wearing a serious expression in her cheongsam, gently said,

"I had someone take her home already. This was a squabble among the rich second-generations Liu Ming, Sun Li, and the others. It wouldn't be good to involve a young girl in this."

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