The Tempting Road to Becoming an Official

"Wow, so worked up. Looks like you two have something going on."

The man with the buzz cut was none other than Zhu Xiaojiu.

He stretched out a hand, gently caressing her hair.

His eyes meticulously sized up Chen Fang, and the sinister smile on his face slowly faded.

"You're Chen Fang?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, having the courage to come here shows you've got some guts. I'm a man who doesn't like to beat around the bush. I called you here for one thing, I want to know, who told you about Liu Jian's matter?"

No sooner had he raised the question

than eight parts of Chen Fang's puzzlement were resolved.

The situation before him was Zhao Shoujiang's doing.

Last time Zhang Wei'an's schemes failed, now they were planning to play rough.

With that in mind,

Chen Fang didn't panic.

To the contrary, a smile even appeared on his face.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhu Xiaojiu asked.

"I'm laughing at Brother Jiǔ. You seem all powerful on the surface, but in secret, you're nothing more than someone's kept dog."

"You're courting death!"

No sooner had Chen Fang's words fallen

than a tall and thin man behind Zhu Xiaojiu became angry.

He looked ready to charge and hit someone.

But Zhu Xiaojiu stopped him.

He cracked a smile and said, "A-Hao, the guy is a section chief, how boring would it be to just start hitting him?"

Then, he turned his gaze back to Chen Fang and leisurely said, "Two options. First, answer the question I asked honestly, then the two of you can go back to where you came from; second, I quite like this beauty. Let her entertain me and my brothers, and then you can leave this place without a hitch."

"Hahaha..."

No sooner had he spoken

than the gang of men behind Zhu Xiaojiu each wore a sleazy grin on their faces.

Their gazes began to run over Gu Jingshu's body.

"What if I choose neither?"

Chen Fang asked.

"You won't choose? Then I'll choose for you!"

After speaking,

Zhu Xiaojiu snapped his fingers.

Two men behind him grabbed Gu Jingshu and yanked her up.

Gu Jingshu tried to struggle, but she was no match for the two men.

Her hands were forcefully pressed against the back of the sofa, and then, her body was pushed forward against her will.

In front of Chen Fang,

Zhu Xiaojiu stood up.

He walked behind Gu Jingshu.

He slapped her buttocks with his hand and smiled, "Section Chief Chen, if I'm in a good mood later, I might even let you join in. How about that? I'm not bad to you, am I?"

"You dare!?"

Chen Fang said through clenched teeth.

"Hahaha..."

Zhu Xiaojiu laughed heartily again.

He reached out and lifted Gu Jingshu's skirt.

As her black lace panties were revealed to everyone, the underlings became excited like chickens on steroids.

Gu Jingshu, overwhelmed by intense humiliation, closed her eyes, and tears began to slide down from the corners of her eyes.

But what could she do?

Her mouth was sealed with tape.

Her body was still controlled by two men.

She had absolutely no room to resist.

Seeing Chen Fang's anger reach its peak,

Zhu Xiaojiu became even more elated.

He slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and his other hand slowly reached for Gu Jingshu's last line of defense...

As the worst seemed inevitable,

right at this crucial moment,

there was a loud noise as the door to the private room flew open. A panicked young man stumbled in, saying in a terrified voice, "Brother Jiǔ, Brother Jiǔ, something terrible has happened. Our Club Royal One is getting smashed!"

Club Royal One was a nightclub under Zhu Xiaojiu's control, which always did good business.

"What did you say? Who did this?"

He suddenly stopped what he was doing with his hands.

He asked incredulously.

The underling swallowed hard and said, "Brother Scar... It was Old Scar and his men who trashed the place."

Before he had a chance to express his opinion.

Another underling rushed in, with the same tone as the former, shouting, "Brother Nine, there's trouble at the Hi Bounce, the club got smashed up."

"What?"

Another explosive piece of news.

It was thought to be over.

In just three short minutes.

One message after another came pouring in.

Every venue under Zhu Xiaojiu's banner had been attacked in the past hour or so, suffering heavy losses. At this moment, with the exception of Night Paris still open for business, all the other places had been forced to shut down.

"Old Scar, we've always kept to our own turf. You've gone too far. Don't blame me for not being polite. Lock those two up for me, I'll deal with them when I get back."

Zhu Xiaojiu was already furious to the extreme.

Where was the mood to pay attention to Chen Fang.

Seeing the two underlings approaching Chen Fang.

Chen Fang just casually sat down, picked up a bottle of beer, took a slight sip, and said, "Brother Nine, have you ever considered that it was I who told Old Scar to do it?"

"You?"

Zhu Xiaojiu was about to leave.

But he was stopped cold by this sentence.

He slowly turned around to look at Chen Fang.

"Right, Brother Nine, I almost forgot, I haven't given you a welcome present yet..."

After that.

He took out his cellphone and dialed a number.

He said into the phone, "Bring in my present."

After hanging up, there were footsteps in the corridor.

Under watchful eyes, Yang Li walked in, carrying a sack over his shoulder, no less.

Once inside the private room.

Yang Li threw the sack onto the sofa.

He casually pulled the string at the opening of the sack.

A young woman then appeared before everyone.

Immediately after.

There was a chorus of exclamations.

Because the woman in front of everyone was not only known to Zhu Xiaojiu, but all the underlings present recognized her as well.

The person was none other than Yao Qing, the woman Zhu Xiaojiu favored the most.

A man like Zhu Xiaojiu, if not boasting a harem of three thousand beauties, at least had a horde of wives and concubines. Everyone under him knew that Yao Qing was his sweetheart, pampered and shielded from doing any work.

But this woman, at this moment, was actually in Chen Fang's hands.

How could this be possible?

Yao Qing, too, with her mouth gagged and hands and feet bound, began to struggle as soon as she saw Zhu Xiaojiu.

Chen Fang cleared his throat and said, "Brother Nine, what do you think? Do you like this gift?"

"Chen Fang, you're damn seeking death. Guys, beat him to a pulp, just let him breathe!"

Finally.

Zhu Xiaojiu was thoroughly enraged.

He raised his hand.

Seven or eight hoodlums in the private room each grabbed a beer bottle and charged towards Chen Fang.

Danger!

Seeing this, Gu Jingshu panicked and started to make "woo woo woo" sounds.

Fearing for Chen Fang who was about to suffer for her sake, she closed her eyes, hardly daring to look.

Next.

She heard pffft pffft pffft sounds.

These sounds lasted for about a minute.

When she opened her eyes, the scene before her startled her.

Chen Fang was still sitting where he had been, his hair and clothes a little disheveled, but seemingly unharmed.

And the seven or eight men who had been so formidable just moments ago were now lying on the floor, writhing in pain, faces filled with agony.

Zhu Xiaojiu stood frozen in place, eyes widened, the muscles at the corners of his mouth still trembling…

What had just happened?