169: Compensation for emotional distress, and five million yuan for "tea money"

On the red carpet, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone's gaze was focused on the man in the white suit.

He clearly hadn't done anything; he just had his hands in his pockets, and not even a trace of energy fluctuation had leaked out.

But Wang Ce, standing in front of him, looked like a quail, trembling with a distinct sense of rhythm.

Cold sweat streamed down Wang Ce's overindulged face, hitting the ground and shattering.

"Young... Young Master Chen..."

Wang Ce's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

He wanted to be tough.

After all, this was Blackgold Harbor, practically his home turf, and there were dozens of fully armed bodyguards watching nearby.

But when he met a pair of golden eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not, the fear of being dominated at sea that day rushed straight to his brain.

This look wasn't looking at a person at all.

It was looking at a piece of pork belly that could be cut and used for Sacrifice at any time.

"What? Is your tongue tied?" Chen Du tilted his head slightly, his eyes playful.

Clatter!

Wang Ce's drinking buddies behind him retreated in unison, terrified.

A timid one dropped his wine glass, shattering it, and didn't even move when the liquid splashed onto his pant leg.

"No... no, no, no!"

Wang Ce finally came back to his senses.

His knees went weak, and he nearly knelt on the spot.

He was a typical playboy, but he wasn't stupid.

He could smell the faint scent of blood on Chen Du—this madman had definitely just killed someone!

And he certainly didn't kill just anyone!

"A misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding again!"

Wang Ce squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying and hurriedly chased after Chen Du's side in two steps.

"Just now... just now I was drunk and bragging to my brothers! You are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me, just treat me like a..."

Slap!

A crisp slap cut short Wang Ce's pleas.

Wang Ce was stunned by the hit, covering his face and looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.

It wasn't Chen Du who struck.

It was Xia Xin standing on the side.

This usually somewhat indecisive beauty now had eyes as cold as ice.

"This slap is for the girls locked in cages."

"You..."

Wang Ce was just about to flare up.

Slap!

Xia Xin backhanded him with another slap!

Harder! Heavier!

Wang Ce's mouth was split open, and blood seeped out.

"This slap is to teach you to keep your mouth clean in the future."

Xia Xin stared at him coldly, "Want to skin the captain? Want to mess with my sisters? Do you want to die?"

Everyone around was dumbfounded.

What the hell kind of script is this?

The eldest young master of the Wang family being slapped on the street? And by a woman?

"Damn it! You bitch, how dare you hit..."

The bodyguards behind Wang Ce finally reacted, roaring as they reached for the weapons at their waists.

However, the girl group on this side was faster!

Clang—!

A clear sound of a blade rang through the night sky.

Xia Mo had only pushed the sword name in her hand out by an inch, and a chill that could freeze the soul instantly locked onto the entire scene.

"Try moving and see what happens?"

She lowered her eyelids slightly, her tone icy, "My blade happens to need a blood Sacrifice."

Click!

Tang Ran pulled a battle axe from under her skirt.

The axe blade shone with a cold light, and she had a warlike, wild laugh on her face: "Come on! Let's see if your guns are faster, or if my axe is faster!"

Even Lin Keke, who always looked harmless, was now covering her nose in disgust.

Her right eye flashed with a golden light, and her tone was full of the sarcasm unique to a young girl:

"Tsk, a few mere low-level monsters, and you dare to show your health bars in front of this young lady?"

"Trash fish should have the awareness of trash fish~"

At this moment, the women behind her all revealed their gear; there were hand crossbows flashing with cold light; there were newly bought pistols...

An Nuonuo rolled up her sleeves, revealing the air compression gauntlet on her right arm, aiming directly at the bodyguards!

At the opening, cyan air currents were faintly gathering!

The Little loli said with a soft, angry pout: "I-if you dare to take one step forward, I will blast you to death~~"

Holy crap! Everyone here is a villain!

How is this some delicate beauty group? This is clearly a group of female Shuras in human skin!

Those dozens of bodyguards stood frozen in place, their palms full of sweat.

Not a single one dared to pull the trigger.

Intuition told them that if they dared to move, their heads would be gone the next second.

Wang Ce completely collapsed.

His legs went weak, and he knelt on the red carpet with a thud.

Whatever face, whatever dignity, at this moment, could all go to the dogs.

"Don't... don't kill me! Please calm down, sisters-in-law! Young Master Chen, please calm down!"

He fumbled around his body in a panic.

Finally, he tremblingly pulled a pitch-black card from the inner pocket of his suit.

The edges of the card were inlaid with gold, exuding a charming "money power"!

"This... this is tea money for everyone! An emotional distress fee!"

Wang Ce held his hands high above his head, his voice tearful: "There are five million black gold coins inside, the password is six eights! I only ask that Young Master Chen give me some face and not lower yourself to my level!"

Five million!

A collective gasp instantly rose from the surrounding crowd.

In this post-apocalyptic game where supplies are scarce, five million is definitely an astronomical figure!

Chen Du lowered his eyes and took a look at the card.

The playful smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"Young Master Wang is too polite."

He reached out, and his two slender fingers gently pinched the black card.

"Since it's your kind intention, I can't really refuse."

Chen Du flipped his wrist and handed the black card to Ye Qiu.

Adding the remaining black gold coins from before, his little treasury swelled to the eight-million mark.

Now, looking at the playboy in front of him, he looked more and more pleasing to the eye!

"Thank you, Young Master Chen! Thank you for the honor, Young Master Chen!"

Wang Ce felt as if he had been granted amnesty, kowtowing with a loud thud.

At this point, the shirt on his back was completely soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Chen Du didn't look at him anymore.

Such trash, killing him would just dirty his hands.

Keeping him around as a mobile ATM, why not?

"Let's go."

Chen Du turned around.

Leading the group of goddesses behind him who could outshine the sun and moon, he strode into the magnificent revolving door.

Until the white figure completely disappeared.

The fawning look on Wang Ce's face finally froze.

Soon, it was replaced by a resentful and twisted expression.

He crawled up from the ground, staring fixedly at the door, his teeth chattering with rage.

"That guy named Chen..."

"You took my money, let's see if you have the life to spend it!"

"Once we get inside and meet that group... I want to watch you get chopped into mincemeat!"

"Those women... I'm going to strip them all naked and throw them onto the drifter streets!"

On the street.

With the entry of Chen Du and his group, the originally suppressed discussions finally exploded.

Someone, shaken by the look just now, was trembling:

"I remember now! Chen, Chen Du... Holy crap! I remember now!"

"That's Chen Du! That's God Du from the world chat channel!"

"What? Is that the big shot who looted the Mist Meat Processing Plant and stood his ground against the Overlord Rank giant?!"

One stone stirred up a thousand ripples.

The crowd, who were originally just watching the fun, had their expressions completely changed.

Shock, jealousy, greed, fear.

"No wonder... no wonder he dared to beat Wang Ce like a dog! This is a real god!"

"Look at the beauty who slapped him, and the one who drew the sword... twin sisters! This lineup is amazing!"

"I'm so envious! Where can you buy a pair of top-tier twin beauties!"

"Stop dreaming, is that something you can think about? Is he surviving the apocalypse? He's clearly bringing his harem group here for a vacation!"

Several prostitutes who were dressed revealingly and wanted to come up to chat, after seeing the appearance of the beauties, all backed away.

They simply couldn't compare!

And those men who prided themselves on their strength, besides being bitter, were left with only a deep sense of powerlessness.

Comparing people is infuriating.

This is what you call a protagonist's script!