Qin Jin was already weak. A kick sent him falling forward, knees hitting the ground, and shards of glass quickly cut him.
A faint smell of rust hung in the air.
Everyone looked thoroughly entertained.
Watching a good show and tormenting people seemed to be a common trait of these rich second-generation brats who were born with silver spoons, thought highly of themselves, and had nothing better to do.
They were used to controlling the people and things around them. By controlling and tormenting others, they felt they held absolute power, satisfying their twisted desire for control.
A line from the software’s customer service flashed through his mind: cannon fodder never survives past three episodes?
Qin Jin spat.
The atmosphere slowly grew tense.
“Had enough?”
Those few words abruptly drew everyone’s attention.
At the source of the voice, deep in the sofa, sat several young men who had been playing cards and drinking all this time without ever coming out.
Then one of them stood up.
The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered, long-legged, and upright. He wore a purple-gold jacket and leather pants, making it look as if everything below his waist was legs. He was flamboyant and dangerous, almost carrying an aura of his own, like a lion ready to pounce at any moment.
The moment Qin Jin saw him, his head buzzed.
His complexion worsened.
He knew that novel by heart, almost treating it as scripture. When he had nothing to do, he would chat with the Goddess about it. At one point, the Goddess had almost taken him as a male confidant.
Combined with the current scene, experience told him this buddy was one of the protagonists.
The author wrote him as an unquestionable total top:
『Inside the private room, the light was dim. He was very tall, with a straight, imposing figure, half-leaning against the edge of the table. Among the others, he stood out as out of place. His attire was flamboyant and sharp, a red gemstone stud in his left ear dazzlingly bright, and his whole body exuded an unrestrained, cynical playboy air.』
If the plot went as written, this man was supposed to have sex tonight with another protagonist who had returned from abroad.
“Master Shao, can you rein in that rotten temper of yours? How many people have you beaten already? You should take a rest. Even if you’re not tired, us brothers are tired of watching.”
It was not strange for such snide words to come out of this person’s mouth.
What was strange was that this sentence steered the atmosphere in a completely different direction. The focus seemed to shift from him and Liu Daqiang to the other two.
Qin Jin even felt the hand holding him loosen.
“Do you have the right to speak here?” After saying that, Shao Gaoyuan kicked a piece of glass on the floor toward the other man.
The man in the jacket, as if playing soccer, lightly kicked it back with the side of his shoe.
“Tinglong.”
The people playing cards behind him put down their cards and walked over. “Enough. Aren’t you going to pick someone up at the airport? Hurry up and go.”
As soon as he said that, the others on the scene chimed in as well, each trying to persuade someone.
“Gaoyuan, you have a match tomorrow. Stop now; you’ll have plenty of time to play later.”
“Exactly. Let’s call it a day.”
If these two started fighting, there would be no end to it.
The Shao family and the Ri family were, after all, partners. It was just that the young masters of these two families could not get along. The former was eccentric and fickle; the latter was flamboyant and domineering. Neither could tolerate the other.
As people attached to major companies, they had no say. They would persuade if they could, though persuasion did not necessarily work.
Sure enough, although there were so many paths to take, Ri Tinglong chose the hardest one.
His shoulder was heavily bumped. Shao Gaoyuan staggered a few steps, so furious his face twisted.
“Fuck! Ri Tinglong! If I don’t beat you all the way to your brother today, I’ll write my Shao upside down!!”
“A brain is a good thing.” Ri Tinglong pointed at his brain and shook his head, implying the other was sick.
The two began pushing and shoving again.
While the people in the private room were in complete chaos, the utterly inconspicuous Qin Jin quickly slipped out, crouching low.
This body’s physique was too poor. Forget fighting people; if he could run a few steps without gasping for breath, that would already be impressive.
In the dim light of the passage, a hideously twisted face suddenly appeared.
“Trying to run?”
Liu Daqiang’s lips were dry and white, a bit of blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of murderous intent.
He was most sensitive to hostility from the outside, but this was the first time he had felt it so intense.
Did this man want his life?
When he saw the other man pull a small knife that glinted coldly from his pants pocket, Qin Jin turned and ran!
Cannon fodder really never survives past three episodes!
The nightclub’s layout was like a maze.
Qin Jin ran until his throat was almost smoking, and the person behind was still chasing him.
Liu Daqiang was furious beyond measure.
This sneaky little wretch who usually cowered and groveled actually dared to smash a bottle over his head? Damn it! While still owing him tens of thousands in interest, he actually dared to smash a bottle over his head!!
Today he was absolutely going to use this person as target practice!!!
In the blink of an eye, Liu Daqiang chased the figure into a corridor.
The end of the corridor was a dead end.
Under the dim red light, the only exit was completely blocked by Liu Daqiang, his shadow stretching long into the corridor.
There were only six private rooms here.
The air was eerily quiet.
Liu Daqiang stood expressionless for a few seconds, then sneered and used his phone to call for backup.
Run… let’s see how you run now.
“Bang! Bang!”
The private room doors were kicked, sounding several times in succession.
Guests who were halfway through singing karaoke went to open the door, only to be scared nearly into screaming by the dense crowd outside.
“Someone gambled, owed money, and ran off nearby. We’re looking for him. We won’t harm the innocent.” Liu Daqiang glanced at the young people in the private room.
These inexperienced young people did not dare even fart. They could only stare blankly as the burly men with dragons and tigers tattooed on their arms swept through the private room like locusts.
“Next.”
They searched and rummaged until they reached the last room.
They used the same door-kicking method, but no one inside opened for a long time.
Liu Daqiang licked his lips bloodthirstily, picked up something sharp, and muttered, “He’s definitely inside. When we catch him, slap him twice first, then pull out his toenails.”
After kicking the door for a long time, a crack finally opened inside.
Liu Daqiang, whose anger had flared while waiting, kicked the person, sending him flying.
His sweeping gaze had just entered when it suddenly froze.
“…”
!
Several burly men instantly broke out in goosebumps all over.
Damn! They had run into a whole crowd of shit-stirrers!!
Inside, there were only men. Some male escorts were twisting their waists and dancing, some were sharing hot kisses, and some were damn near unsuitable for minors. The few 24k pure straight men outside were so shocked they almost recreated The Scream, barely stopping themselves from scattering in panic.
“L-looking for someone.”
Liu Daqiang’s fierce gaze from moments ago had long since fled in fright.
When his eyes met those male escorts, who were sizing him up ambiguously from all directions, forget shouting… he was about to throw up. Liu Daqiang swiftly shut the door.
And then the people inside the private room even opened the door themselves.
A rather delicate-looking young man looked at Liu Daqiang outside. “Aren’t you coming in to play?”
This was a thunderbolt, nearly stunning the men senseless.
“Has… has anyone come in? Tall and thin, wearing a white shirt.”
“No, but we don’t mind new people joining~”
Hearing the word “no”, Liu Daqiang’s face turned purple, and he ran off, terrified of being taken a fancy to.
Time rewound half a minute.
The private room door boomed.
Qin Jin had just mixed in with the male escorts and slipped into the private room.
He had even taken off his shirt, so among these people with so little fabric on, he did not look out of place.
The pounding on the door sounded like a death warrant in his ears.
If he were caught, he would at least lose half his life. He did not want to die.
Amid the jeers, Qin Jin was shaking like a leaf, his peripheral vision filled with dissolute men.
Damn, what rotten luck, running into a gay party of all things.
The banging echoed in his ears… both the kicking at the private room door and the urgency of escape. When someone was about to open the private room door, Qin Jin gritted his teeth and instantly locked onto the most handsome one among them.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.