205: Chapter 206 A 1.5 Million Yuan Wine Extravaganza! The Underground Emperor's Mercenary Art and Hyena Disguise

"Beep... beep..."

Listening to the busy signal coming from his specialized mobile phone, Chen Fei took a deep breath and carefully placed the phone back into the passenger seat's storage compartment.

When he looked up again.

The unique respect and flattered expression he held when facing Shen Du had completely vanished.

All that remained was the coldness and majesty befitting "Brother Fei," who controlled half of the underground industries in Shanghai.

Without any hesitation, he picked up his daily-use phone and dialed the number of Xiao Chen, the lobby manager of the club.

"Brother Fei, do you have any instructions? The banquet for the second young master of the Chen family is already prepared. They have all arrived and are waiting for you to come over for the first toast."

As soon as the call connected, Xiao Chen's respectful voice came through immediately.

In the circles of Shanghai, although this Chen family could not compare to the Eight Giants of Shanghai, who had eyes and hands that reached the heavens,

they were still considered a second-rate family with deep foundations.

In the past, if a young master from such a family invited him out, Chen Fei would have squeezed his head in just to keep them company.

But now, the situation had changed.

"Listen, Xiao Chen, I won't be attending the Chen family's social engagement tonight."

Chen Fei held the steering wheel with one hand, his tone steady but filled with unquestionable decisiveness.

"Ah? You're not going?"

Xiao Chen on the other end of the line was clearly stunned for a moment, his tone somewhat hesitant:

"Brother Fei, the second young master of the Chen family is, after all, a high-level VIP of our Yonglu. If you suddenly don't show up... how will you smooth things over with them?"

"Just say that I caught a chill last night, my stomach is suddenly feeling unwell tonight, and I've already gone to a private hospital to get an IV drip."

Chen Fei looked at the traffic light at the intersection ahead, made up a perfunctory excuse without hesitation, and then immediately instructed:

"Since they are high-level VIPs, we must follow the rules. Go personally to toast the second young master of the Chen family and apologize. Tell them that all consumption in their private room tonight will be discounted by twenty percent when they settle the bill. Also, send them those two bottles of aged Lafite that I have stored in the wine cellar."

"Give them enough face, but I definitely cannot go!"

"Understood, Brother Fei. Don't worry, I will definitely arrange everything properly for you and ensure no one can find fault!"

Xiao Chen had been reading people at Yonglu for so many years. Upon hearing Chen Fei's decisive tone, he immediately understood that his boss had something much more important to attend to.

Hanging up the phone, the traffic light at the intersection ahead turned red. Amidst the flow of traffic waiting to pass, Chen Fei slammed the steering wheel to the lock and stepped on the accelerator.

"Vroom—!"

The black Porsche Panamera, with its arrogant license plate "Shanghai A·88888," left two black tire marks on the wide asphalt road.

It performed a wild U-turn drift, completely ignoring the traffic lane markings on the ground.

Under the gaze of the drivers in the cars behind, who had wanted to honk their horns but instantly lost their nerve and shut up after seeing that sequential license plate, it violently turned its head.

Chen Fei drove the Porsche, speeding directly toward the brightly lit Yonglu.

For him now, the face of the Chen family's second young master meant nothing. The "instructions" personally given by Shen Du were the top priority he had to complete tonight!

Fifteen minutes later, the black Porsche Panamera, with a manic roar of its engine, stopped steadily in front of the secret, exclusive VIP entrance of Yonglu.

As the valet parking attendant approached with trepidation, Chen Fei casually tossed the car keys to him and strode into this place, known as the top money-burning den in Shanghai.

The lobby manager, Xiao Chen, had been waiting at the entrance. As soon as he saw Chen Fei, he immediately lowered his voice and approached:

"Brother Fei, I've already arranged things with the Chen family. Those Koreans you told me to keep an eye on are still in the semi-private booth at the very back of the first-floor lobby."

Chen Fei did not stop walking. His gaze pierced through the crowd of men and women in the lobby and landed precisely on that slightly dim corner.

Three men in suits were sitting in the booth, with several plates of top-grade Australian M9 Wagyu steak on the table, barely touched.

The three were speaking to each other in Korean, at a very fast pace and in hushed tones.

Chen Fei keenly noticed that whenever a waiter carrying drinks or other guests inadvertently approached within three meters of that booth,

these three Koreans would immediately stop talking, like startled hyenas. They would stare vigilantly at the person until they walked away, only then resuming their conversation.

"Such high alertness. This isn't a delegation here to talk about legitimate business; they are even more cautious than well-trained corporate spies."

Chen Fei sneered in his heart. If they didn't have a guilty conscience, who would act like they were guarding against thieves in a top-tier club meant for pleasure?

"Go to the bar and bring me that bottle of 50-year-old Macallan collection single malt whiskey that guards the store."

Chen Fei turned his head and instructed Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment; that was a treasure worth over a million, which Brother Fei usually wouldn't even let others take a second look at. But he didn't dare to ask more, immediately went to the bar to get the liquor and two top-tier crystal glasses, and placed them respectfully on a tray.

Chen Fei took the tray. At the very moment he turned to face the lobby, the coldness belonging to the underground emperor of Shanghai on him miraculously vanished without a trace.

He skillfully adjusted his tie. A warm, slick, and even slightly philistine signature boss-like smile instantly appeared on his face.

As someone who had once scrambled through the various walks of life in Shanghai as a "Know-it-all," this acting skill of saying what people want to hear and speaking differently to different types of people was already engraved in his bones.

Chen Fei carried the tray and walked with a calm and casual pace straight toward the booth of those Koreans.

"Clack, clack, clack."

The low sound of his leather shoes stepping on the high-end carpet immediately caught the attention of the three Koreans.

They stopped talking instantly. Three pairs of eyes, filled with gloom and defensiveness, locked onto the approaching Chen Fei like radar.

Chen Fei turned a blind eye to their murderous, warning gazes. He walked straight to the table and, with casual familiarity, placed the million-dollar bottle of top-tier whiskey on the table with a "bang."

Before the three Koreans could react, Chen Fei grinned, revealing an incredibly bright and enthusiastic smile:

"Good evening, bosses!"

As Chen Fei spoke, he naturally picked up the liquor bottle. Amidst the stunned and vigilant gazes of the Korean representatives, he poured the amber liquid into the crystal glasses.

"I am Chen Fei, the 'Know-it-all' of this nightlife spot. I see you are all new here, and you look very unfamiliar! Come, this drink is on me, consider it a welcome gesture for you distinguished guests!"

Facing this sudden stranger who claimed to be the club owner and was overly enthusiastic,

the expressions of the three Korean representatives instantly turned gloomy, and the probing and defensiveness in their eyes soared to the peak at this moment!