62: Chapter 62 A Dilemma

In this club, there was probably no one who didn't recognize Zhao Hongfei, the wealthy playboy who spent money like water.

Upon hearing that Tang Mo was with Zhao Hongfei, the female receptionist immediately squeezed out a charming smile.

Although Tang Mo's attire didn't look very high-end, in this world, as long as one changed professions well, skyrocketing to success was an easy matter.

In the eyes of the female receptionist, Tang Mo belonged to this type of person.

Just by looking at Tang Mo's age, she knew he must be someone who had just awakened a powerful profession, which was why he could associate with Zhao Hongfei.

"Young Master Zhao is in private room 2012. Please follow me."

The female receptionist eagerly stepped forward to lead the way for Tang Mo.

After arriving at private room 2012, Tang Mo thanked the receptionist and sent her away.

Inside the private room, Zhao Hongfei was embracing two scantily clad young women, fondling them and having a grand old time.

"It's such a pity, Young Master Zhao. If it weren't for Tu Nie colluding with the Beast God Society, perhaps your good thing with Tu Xiaoxia would have already happened!"

"Oh, I heard that Tu Xiaoxia was the school beauty of Jiangkou City No. 1 High School. What a pity, otherwise it would surely have become a romantic tale between her and Young Master Zhao!"

The person beside Zhao Hongfei suddenly said with a look of regret.

"Bullshit!"

Zhao Hongfei suddenly rose from the two beauties and vehemently retorted, "What school beauty? She only has a pretty face. No chest, no butt—she's a total tomboy!"

"Hahaha, Young Master Zhao, talking about a girl like that, be careful, or she won't let you off if she finds out." A young lady lying in Zhao Hongfei's arms said while twisting her body vigorously.

"Won't let me off? I'm afraid she won't have that chance. She is like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river—she can't even save herself!"

After saying this, Zhao Hongfei laughed heartily.

Suddenly, one of Zhao Hongfei's lackeys in the private room raised his nose and sniffed the air carefully.

"Did you not close the gas valve in your club properly? Why do I smell gas?"

Hearing this, Zhao Hongfei also raised his head and sniffed the air carefully. "Holy shit! It really is! I was wondering what that pungent smell was! Hurry up and get your club's staff to deal with it!"

The club hostess on the side said suspiciously, "That's not right. As far as I know, there is no kitchen in the club. Food is usually ordered from the Jiangkou Banquet Restaurant, so why would there be a smell of gas?"

After hearing what the hostess said, Zhao Hongfei also came to his senses.

He frequented this club often and was quite familiar with the situation here; the hostess was absolutely right.

Then how could this smell of gas be explained?

Inside the private room, Zhao Hongfei and the others all began to raise their noses, searching for the source of the smell in the air.

Suddenly, Zhao Hongfei felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with lead. Then, he felt himself blink, and when he opened his eyes, he saw himself sitting on the sofa in the private room again, with the two club hostesses posing seductively in front of him.

As for what he had just been doing, he had completely forgotten it.

Just as Zhao Hongfei was feeling completely euphoric, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared before his eyes.

She had an angry look on her pretty face and a slightly thin figure; it was none other than "Tu Xiaoxia," who had been missing for several days.

As soon as "Tu Xiaoxia" entered the room, she pointed at Zhao Hongfei and cursed, "Zhao Hongfei, you despicable and shameless villain! You lowlife with a hidden dagger behind your smile! How dare you collude with the Beast God Society to frame me and my father? Today, since I've run into you, see if I don't tear your skin off!"

Saying this, "Tu Xiaoxia" rushed toward Zhao Hongfei with a fierce expression.

Zhao Hongfei still had vivid memories of the lesson Tu Xiaoxia had given him last time. Facing Tu Xiaoxia, he couldn't muster a shred of resistance. He turned to run, even forgetting about the fair-weather friends around him.

Zhao Hongfei tried desperately to escape, but to his horror, he found that his body was strangely moving toward Tu Xiaoxia.

"Tu Xiaoxia" grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up as if he were a little chick.

Subsequently, "Tu Xiaoxia" took out her Greatsword of Judgment from her storage space and slashed at Zhao Hongfei's right arm.

A pig-like shriek from Zhao Hongfei immediately rang out in the private room.

"Spare me! Spare me! It was all forced by that Zhang Xinyuan; I had no choice!"

"Zhang Xinyuan? Who is Zhang Xinyuan?!"

"Zhang Xinyuan is the Vice President of the Dayang Guild. It was he who captured me and forced my father to join the Beast God Society. In order to use the Tyrant Slaughter Guild to cover for the Beast God Society members entering Jiangkou City, they had to eliminate you and your father. We really had no choice!"

"Xiaoxia, Xiaoxia, please let me go. Spare me this once, and I will definitely tell my dad to find a way to let you leave."

Inside the private room, Tang Mo was holding his phone, recording every word Zhao Hongfei said without missing a single one.

Tang Mo had long guessed that Zhao Tianba had plotted to frame Tu Nie, but he hadn't expected that a big fish like the Vice President of the Dayang Guild was involved behind the scenes.

"Zhang Xinyuan, Level 150 Battle Array Master."

Tang Mo muttered to himself, and his eyes turned cold.

No one would have thought that such a respected Professional would actually be a member of the Beast God Society.

Since even Zhang Xinyuan was a member of the Beast God Society, the identities of those core members of the Dayang Guild were likely also highly suspicious.

Looking at Zhao Hongfei, who was begging for mercy while trapped in the illusion, Tang Mo had originally wanted to create an illusion to make him go directly to the Guard Army to surrender. However, thinking about how Tu Nie would rather flee than resist the Guard Army, he feared the internal structure of the Guard Army was not as solid as imagined, so Tang Mo abandoned this idea.

Instead, he quietly withdrew from the private room and then restored Zhao Hongfei and the others to normal.

As soon as Tang Mo left, the people in the private room seemed as if someone had pressed the rewind button, all returning to the moment they were searching for the source of the gas smell.

"Hmm, the gas smell is gone!"

"Sigh, I told you, where would a gas smell come from here? You must have had too much to drink."

Drunk? Was he really just drunk? Then why did the feeling just now feel so realistic?

Zhao Hongfei touched his arm, still shaken, and felt relieved to find it was still intact and undamaged.

"Come, Young Master Zhao, let me toast you."

The beauty beside him twisted her enchanting body and rubbed against Zhao Hongfei, but as a result, Zhao Hongfei slapped her hard across the face.

"Damn it, it's all your fault! You almost made me lose my mind just now!"

The people in the private room were all startled by Zhao Hongfei's actions, and the beauty who had offered the toast was left teary-eyed.

"Damn it, from now on, no one is allowed to mention Tu Xiaoxia in front of me. Whoever the f*** mentions her again, I'll slap them!"

Walking out of the club, Tang Mo was momentarily troubled. He had the evidence in hand but couldn't take any further action.

If it could force even Tu Nie to flee, then that person's position within the Guard Army must be quite high.

Acting rashly would only be like a sheep entering a tiger's den.

Moreover, the content in the video was too explosive, and it wouldn't be appropriate to post it online; it would likely cause unnecessary panic.

For a moment, Tang Mo found himself in a dilemma.