Chapter 331: Broken Leg

"Stop right there!"

"If you walk out of this private room, I guarantee that Xunnidi won't even make it out of Yebai!"

Lu Zhe's voice wasn't loud, but it was resonant.

He slammed his hand on the table, his expression exceptionally gloomy.

As the top Sommelier in Kyushu, his industry influence went without saying. For a long time, suppliers and brand owners had always begged to work with him, hoping he would put in a good word.

But Yebai was another story.

First, he encountered Zheng Qian, who was lukewarm toward him, and now this Cui Ziqing actually dared to give him attitude.

People from small places, as expected—they didn't know what was good for them.

"You two, I've already said it. You underestimate Yebai and overestimate yourselves. As far as I know, while you have some influence, you are far from as powerful as you claim to be."

"To put it bluntly, as long as we want to promote someone, with a little money, what 'top Sommelier' can't we make?"

"Also, I'll give you one last piece of advice. Perhaps you have some connections in JZH, but a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Young Master Zheng is not someone you can afford to provoke. Furthermore... are you even powerful dragons? And Young Master Zheng is no small snake."

After saying this, Cui Ziqing pushed open the door and walked out, her face as cold as frost.

Having managed many of the Cui Family's industries for years, she naturally possessed a certain powerful aura.

Perhaps in front of Zheng Qian, her aura paled in comparison.

But it was different for others.

Lu Zhe's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.

Damn it.

He cursed under his breath, stood up directly, and went to grab Cui Ziqing's hand.

Sensing the person rushing at her from behind, although Cui Ziqing appeared very calm, she felt a bit flustered inside.

She regretted not bringing more people.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open.

It was none other than Duan Qiran!

Cui Ziqing recognized him. Although she didn't know why he had appeared suddenly, she felt a great sense of security.

"Isn't he one of Zheng Qian's people? Why is he here?"

"Could it be... that he was worried about me... and arranged this specifically?"

At this moment, her heart was racing, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Duan Qiran and the others had been guarding the door to the private room. Hearing that the situation inside was wrong, they didn't have time to ask for instructions and pushed the door open to enter.

They happened to see Lu Zhe looking ferocious, and they didn't hesitate.

They immediately grabbed his hair and slammed his head hard against the wall.

Lu Zhe immediately felt the world spinning.

First, his vision went black, then intense pain struck, and he instinctively wanted to scream.

"Shut your mouth!"

Duan Qiran was quick and agile; he grabbed his head and slammed it repeatedly.

Bang, bang, bang—

Lu Zhe's nasal bridge snapped instantly, blood flowed profusely, and he curled up on the floor.

Duan Qiran stepped on his mouth, preventing Lu Zhe from saying a single word—he truly had to swallow his own broken teeth.

This series of actions made Zhou Shaoqi's scalp tingle.

In just a few seconds, Lu Zhe, who had previously been considered dashing and suave, was beaten until even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Without thinking, he plopped onto his knees, crying out with a miserable face:

"Brother, dear brother, I was wrong, I really..."

Before he could finish, Duan Qiran backhanded him with a slap.

It knocked all the words he hadn't finished saying right back into his throat.

"Hmm?"

Duan Qiran suspiciously picked up the wine glass on the table, sniffed it under his nose, and his anger flared even more.

He grabbed Zhou Shaoqi's head and smashed it hard against the tabletop.

With a loud bang, the glass tabletop shattered instantly, and Zhou Shaoqi collapsed miserably to the floor.

Whether it was from the beating or the fear, he was twitching uncontrollably, trembling like a sieve.

Cui Ziqing seemed to realize something.

She took the wine glass, sniffed it lightly, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

Having managed entertainment industries, she was very familiar with this sort of thing.

She had just had quite a bit to drink today, and she never expected that people of their status would actually resort to such despicable tactics.

"Spanish fly?" she said, gritting her teeth.

"Yes." Duan Qiran nodded, pointing at the two men on the ground. "Miss Cui, President Zheng sent me. He was worried you would be plotted against by these two scumbags, so he had me keep an eye on things. Fortunately, nothing went wrong."

"How should we handle them?"

If they were ordinary people, Cui Ziqing would have loved to throw them all into the sea.

But Lu Zhe and Zhou Shaoqi were clearly not ordinary people.

It was just fortunate that Duan Qiran arrived in time; otherwise, if she had been forcibly drugged, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

She was all too familiar with this kind of aphrodisiac; many girls had been ruined by such things.

Moreover, it seemed they had brought high-end stuff.

It wouldn't cause someone to lose consciousness, but it would even amplify all sensations during the process.

It just left one unable to resist.

"Make them drink the stuff they brought themselves."

"Also... break their legs."

Cui Ziqing gritted her teeth and glared at them sharply. "If you weren't members of the [Club], you wouldn't leave here alive, or at least you'd be skinned. But I also want to tell you that doing wrong always comes with a price. If it doesn't hurt, you'll never learn your lesson."

After saying this, she pushed open the door and turned to leave.

Duan Qiran crouched down with a smile, patted the two men's faces, and handed over the wine glass:

"Here, this is a toast. When it's offered, you'd better accept it. Don't wait until the toast is gone and you're forced to drink the penalty wine. Remember, Miss Cui might be wary of your status, but I'm just a brute—I don't understand any of that."

"My boss instructed me that I must make you pay a price."

"If you don't cooperate, there's nothing I won't do."

Looking at the burly men in front of him.

Zhou Shaoqi's face turned ashen; compared to Lu Zhe, whose consciousness was already somewhat blurred, he was slightly better off.

He wiped the blood and glass shards from his face and tremblingly took the wine glass.

"I... I'll drink... I'll drink..."

Cui Ziqing returned to the car, her mind still somewhat flustered.

Thinking that Zheng Qian had actually sent Duan Qiran, she felt a slight flutter in her heart.

So, she mustered the courage to send a WeChat message:

[Thank you.]

One minute, two minutes...

There was still no reply, which made her feel a certain inexplicable emotion.

Scumbag! Player!

Isn't this the perfect opportunity to show some concern!

How dare he not reply to my WeChat!

Hmph... whatever, I wasn't planning on giving you the chance anyway. You're infuriating!

After flirting, you just ignore me! You really know how to play these ambiguous games, huh!

I'm not going to Subei with you anymore!

Cui Ziqing threw her phone aside in a huff and slammed on the gas pedal, speeding away.

That night, Yebai added another legend to its history: the ruthless female street racer.

An hour later.

At the entrance of a hospital in Yebai City, two delirious men appeared.

Their faces were covered in blood.

They had multiple fractures all over their bodies.

They kept muttering nonsense.

Even when the nurses prepared to take off their clothes for a physical examination.

They still wore...

Well, a very indescribable expression.

There were even sickening groans!

It felt as if, even though the weather was still a bit cool, they were somehow "burning up."

If it weren't for their professional duty to heal the sick and save lives, they would have really wanted to kick them out and let them fend for themselves!