Chapter 507: Chapter 507 Another Upheaval (Fourth Update)
Inside the hall, everyone was engaged in conversation, when suddenly, the two meticulously carved European-style doors were opened by two muscular men in suits and sunglasses.
Following them, twenty to thirty tall and strong men, all dressed in suits and sunglasses, entered through the doors.
These twenty to thirty men, upon entering the hall, formed two lines along the sides, standing solemnly, and then politely lowered their heads together, saying in unison, “Welcome, Young Master Zhu!”
The scene was akin to welcoming a powerful figure from the underworld.
Everyone in the hall turned their gaze towards the doors.
Amidst the respectful welcomes of the suited men in sunglasses, a man in his thirties walked into the hall.
His hair was slicked back, shiny and smooth, and he wore sunglasses, even at night.
He had a roguish smile on his face, clearly a spoiled rich kid.
“Brothers, find a seat,” the man said to the assembled suited men in sunglasses.
“Yes, Young Master Zhu.”
In Lin Fei’s salon, Xiao Ling couldn’t help but whisper to Zheng Yutong, “Yutong, who is this Young Master Zhu?”
Zheng Yutong replied, “This is Zhu Zirui, actually just a spoiled young master. His father, Zhu Qinglong, is a major figure in Shencheng’s underworld, owning shares in eighty percent of the city’s bars, nightclubs, dance halls, and clubs. He also has shares in this Dragon Club, which he oversees.
In the past, Wen Bozhong was the big boss in Shencheng, and Zhu Qinglong had to obey Wen Bozhong. But after Wen Bozhong fell, Zhu Qinglong became the new big boss in Shencheng.”
“Old Prince is dead, Wen Bozhong is down, and now it’s another underworld big boss starting to rake in profits and bask in power,” Xiao Ling said with a hint of sarcasm.
Zheng Yutong said, “Exactly, since Zhu Qinglong became the new big boss in Shencheng, his infamous son Zhu Zirui has become even more arrogant and lawless.”
While Zheng Yutong and Xiao Ling were talking in whispers, Zhu Zirui and the twenty-plus muscular men in suits and sunglasses strolled over.
Seeing Zhu Zirui approaching, Xiao Ling, Zheng Yutong, Su Xiaoyue, Qin Zimo, and others all felt an impending sense of unease. Even the siblings Yang Youlin felt curious.
Only Lin Fei and Leng Ying remained calm, as if they hadn’t noticed Zhu Zirui and his men approaching.
Zhu Zirui came right up to the salon where Lin Fei and others were, then took off his sunglasses, looking at Yang Youlin with a smile: “Oh, isn’t this Young Master Yang? Didn’t expect to see you.”
Seeing Zhu Zirui appear, Yang Youlin vaguely guessed his intentions: Zhu Zirui’s father is one of the Dragon Club’s shareholders, and Lu Yichen suffered a loss at Lin Fei’s hands; he must have called Zhu Zirui to trouble Lin Fei.
Though knowing this, Yang Youlin composed himself, revealing a smile: “Young Master Zhu, long time no see!”
Zhu Zirui nodded: “Yes, it’s been a while.”
Then Zhu Zirui gestured toward Qin Zimo, Yuan Yuxi, and others beside Lin Fei, asking Yang Youlin: “Young Master Yang, are these your friends?”
Although Yang Youlin didn’t consider Lin Fei, Xiao Ling, Leng Ying as friends, he nodded to Zhu Zirui in front of Su Xiaoyue and Zheng Yutong: “Yes, they are all my friends.”
Zhu Zirui immediately smiled, mimicking a gentleman’s demeanor, bowing politely to Qin Zimo, Yuan Yuxi, and others: “Zhu Zirui greets the ladies.”
His attempt at ingratiation was very obvious.
Xiao Ling and Leng Ying both showed signs of disdain for this spoiled young master.
Though Zhu Zirui tried to flatter Qin Zimo and the ladies, Qin Zimo and the others acted as if they hadn’t heard him, completely ignoring Zhu Zirui.
This made Zhu Zirui secretly displeased.
However, he didn’t express anger but said to Yang Youlin: “Young Master Yang, on such a beautiful night with such stunning beauties present, why not dance?”
Without waiting for Yang Youlin’s consent, Zhu Zirui instructed one of the men behind him: “Let them play some music!”
“Yes, Young Master Zhu.” The suited man with sunglasses immediately gestured to a manager on the third floor.
Soon, the hall was filled with soft, calm melodies, and the lights were adjusted to a gentle tone.
The magic ball hanging above the center of the hall began to rotate, casting multicolored lights that changed constantly, creating an urge to dance.
Some middle-aged couples left the sofas and began to dance ballroom style in the hall’s center.
Zhu Zirui smiled and suggested to Yang Youlin: “Young Master Yang, won’t you and Miss Su dance?”
He was clearly trying to set up Yang Youlin and Su Xiaoyue.
But before Yang Youlin could respond, Su Xiaoyue interjected, “Sorry, I don’t want to dance.”
However, Zhu Zirui wasn’t discouraged, still saying to Su Xiaoyue: “Miss Su, are you really not going to give face to Young Master Yang and me?”
“Zhu Zirui, Xiaoyue said she doesn’t want to dance, didn’t you hear?” At this moment, Zheng Yutong couldn’t help but confront Zhu Zirui.
Even though Zhu Zirui was known as an underworld’s famed prince, Zheng Yutong was also the daughter of a top tycoon, thus bold enough to defy Zhu Zirui.
Zhu Zirui, aware that Lu Yichen liked Zheng Yutong, didn’t dare to provoke her, so he nodded: “Fine, I won’t ask Miss Su and Young Master Yang to dance, alright?”
Then, Zhu Zirui’s gaze fell on Xiao Xiao in the salon, smiling: “This young lady seems new, may I ask your name? Care for a dance?”
Seeing Zhu Zirui target his sister, Xiao Ling’s eyebrows knitted.
Xiao Xiao also didn’t hold any favorable impression of this pampered young master, suddenly hearing him speak to her.
She quickly shook her head: “Thank you, I don’t dance.”
Yet Zhu Zirui chuckled: “Beautiful lady, is it because your boyfriend is here?”
Xiao Xiao’s tone became impatient: “Sorry, I don’t dance.”
“Lady, are you really not going to give me Zhu Zirui any face?” Zhu Zirui’s eyes already showed a hint of anger.
Lu Yichen had already told him, aside from Zheng Yutong, Su Xiaoyue, Yang Jiahao not being approachable, the other women were fair game, without consideration—if Lin Fei dared interfere, just cripple Lin Fei.
“Are you done yet? My sister isn’t going to dance with someone like you,” Xiao Ling couldn’t hold back his anger, saying to Zhu Zirui.
“So she’s your sister, huh? You think you’re tough, huh? Think you’re better than me, Zhu Zirui, huh?” Zhu Zirui sneered coldly: “Alright, today I want your sister to dance with me, what can you do?”
He signaled to his men, and immediately two suited men in sunglasses stepped forward, ready to forcibly pull Xiao Xiao out.
Seeing this, Xiao Ling couldn’t tolerate anymore and stepped forward, throwing a punch each at Zhu Zirui’s men, knocking them down with resounding thuds, sending empty bottles, plates, and fruits scattering on the ground.
Screams from Xiao Xiao, Yuan Yuxi, Wang Yixin, and others echoed in the salon!