Zhou Wang was taken aback by the words. It seemed these two had more than just a simple dislike for each other; apparently, there had been some intense conflict in the past.
"If you don’t want me to smash another bottle over your head, then disappear from my sight immediately."
Young Master Jian said coldly.
"Impressive, Young Master Jian still speaks so boldly, but today we’re not in your KTV. Without your dogs protecting you, are you sure you want to talk to me so loudly?"
Bao Jin’s face turned cold, but as Young Master Jian’s body stiffened, Bao Jin laughed again, patting his shoulder, "Just joking around, why are you so tense? Relax, it’s a public place, I’m here to have fun too... You guys enjoy yourselves!"
After saying this, Bao Jin took the men and women behind him to the adjacent booth. It was only then that Zhou Wang noticed this rich second-generation kid named Bao Jin even had bodyguards with him. Two burly men in suits stood behind Bao Jin after they sat down.
This kind of display was somewhat similar to Sicong, who often frequented nightclubs.
Perhaps because he noticed Zhou Wang’s gaze, or maybe he felt a bit embarrassed, Young Master Jian leaned over and whispered to Zhou Wang:
"This guy’s family started in construction. On a normal day, I’d beat him up every time I see him. The main thing is, I didn’t bring my bodyguards today, so I’m worried you guys might suffer..."
"I get it, Young Master Jian, no need to explain to me."
Zhou Wang immediately waved his hand, showing his understanding.
After Bao Jin’s group took their seats at the next booth, except for being a bit loud, they really didn’t pay any more attention to this side. This allowed Wang Lijia and the others, who were somewhat anxious, to relax quickly, and gradually, the atmosphere warmed back up again.
Zhou Wang downed several more drinks, and once he was ready, he spoke to the group, calmed Xu Wenqian down a bit, and then excused himself to go to the restroom, heading in the direction of the dance floor.
Time was limited, and it was time to tackle the second mission quickly.
"Everybody, Put your f*ck hands up!"
Colorful lights flashed, and young urban men and women swayed their bodies in disarray on the dance floor, releasing the stress accumulated in daily life among the cheers.
At this moment, led by the DJ and the vibe team, it was the first climax of the dance floor. Zhou Wang, arriving right on cue, was still contemplating how to blend in when a sexy young lady, dressed in a tank top and short skirt, gigglingly grabbed his hand and pulled him directly into the dance floor.
Huh?
Was it that easy?
Seeing the young lady already dancing enthusiastically with her back to him, feeling the faint but firm touches, Zhou Wang paused slightly, a bit lost.
Then he realized... he almost forgot, he was quite the handsome guy.
In a nightclub brimming with unbridled hormones and where good looks reign supreme, hitting on a young lady really was just this straightforward.
Relaxed, Zhou Wang followed the mission’s requirements, shed his concerns, and started interacting freely with the young lady, taking some harmless advantages that would surely bother her future boyfriend.
It was only when the young lady tried to take him somewhere unknown by pulling his hand that Zhou Wang ruthlessly rejected her, turning his attention to finding the next target.
Actually, he didn’t need to search; upon turning his head, Zhou Wang automatically found himself surrounded by several other young ladies.
Happy?
Not particularly, after all, he was no longer the nerd he used to be.
But scoring benefits and earning rewards, now that was happy...
When the lights switched for the first time, Zhou Wang sneaked out of the dance floor, quickly wiped the lipstick marks off his face and neck with a tissue, adjusted his belt that had been tugged askew, and headed back to his booth.
On the way, Zhou Wang took out his phone and found an unread message. Just as he was about to check it, with a "bang," a bottle had already smashed onto the ground near his foot.