87: My little brother has so many bad thoughts.

Early morning, Ink Dawn Bar.

Time drifted slowly by, and as it grew deep into the night, the bar became increasingly crowded. The atmosphere was electric, with men and women raising glasses to one another in a wild, chaotic frenzy.

Mu Feng and Chen Hao reclined on the sofa, each with two red-headed women at their sides, their faces full of contentment and ease.

"Brother Hao, how is it?"

"Are you satisfied with your brother's arrangements?"

Mu Feng drained his red wine in one gulp, a lecherous smile on his face as he looked at Chen Hao sitting opposite him and teased.

Since he wanted to borrow a knife to kill, using Chen Hao, the protagonist, to get rid of Jiang Che, the first thing Mu Feng had to do was to draw closer to Chen Hao once again.

For men, there were only a few ways to quickly build friendship, and drinking and chasing women were definitely the most efficient methods.

Once Chen Hao was completely drunk, Mu Feng was absolutely confident he could trick him into losing his bearings.

"Hiccup..."

"Satisfied! Very satisfied!"

"Brother Feng, you are my good brother for life!"

Chen Hao burped, his head becoming fuzzy, and his face was full of excitement.

Although before coming down from the mountain, he often fantasized about returning to the Flower Metropolis to live a wonderful life with beauties in his arms, Chen Hao knew this wasn't an easy feat.

Now, it was only his first day down from the mountain, and he was already enjoying such a heavenly life; how could he not be excited?

Chen Hao had spent over ten years in the deep mountains and old forests, rarely drinking, so his tolerance was somewhat low.

Now, without using True Qi to dispel the effects of the alcohol, he was already getting quite muddled and was on the verge of blacking out.

"As long as Brother Hao is satisfied!"

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

After receiving Jiang Che's instructions, two Shadow Secret Guards quickly arrived at the Ink Dawn Bar.

After identifying themselves and being led by a waiter, the two Shadow Secret Guards soon met the owner of Ink Dawn, Bai Huamei, in a Supreme private room on the second floor of the bar.

"I wonder what brings you two here?"

Bai Huamei took a small sip of red wine, a charming smile blooming on her pretty face. She rose from the sofa, her gaze fixed on the two Shadow Secret Guards before her, and parted her vermilion lips with a sweet smile.

Sensing the powerful aura of the two women before her, which belonged to Late Stage Martial Artists, Bai Huamei was surprised, but not overly shocked.

Since they were people from her Senior Sister's Family, Bai Huamei wouldn't have felt the slightest bit surprised even if they were Dan Jin Martial Artists.

"We come under the orders of the Young Lord; there is a matter that requires the Pavilion Master's assistance."

One of the Shadow Secret Guards spoke indifferently, her tone calm and neither servile nor overbearing.

"The Young Lord?"

"I wonder what it is you want me to do?"

Bai Huamei looked thoughtful, raised an eyebrow, and continued to ask.

She naturally knew that the so-called Young Lord the two women spoke of was Jiang Che, the younger brother of her Senior Sister, Jiang Wantang—the man known as the Crown Prince of Jiangzhou.

Everything she had today was inseparable from her Senior Sister's secret help; since Jiang Che had something to request, Bai Huamei naturally wouldn't refuse.

Back when she was studying at Fengming Mountain, Bai Huamei had often heard Jiang Wantang mention Jiang Che and knew that the siblings shared a deep bond.

Therefore, Bai Huamei was not surprised that Jiang Che would know about the relationship between her and her Senior Sister.

"The Young Lord's intention is..."

The Shadow Secret Guard spoke slowly, detailing Jiang Che's various plans to the Bai Huamei before her.

"Mu Feng?"

"That young master of the Mu Family who was madly eating shit in the parking lot?"

After hearing the explanation, Bai Huamei's expression became somewhat strange, and she smiled brightly.

"Rest assured, the two of you, I know what to do."

To her, whether it was framing Mu Feng or drugging him, it was a trivial matter, so Bai Huamei naturally agreed readily.

Others might be wary of Mu Feng's identity, but she didn't care in the slightest.

After the two Shadow Secret Guards left, Bai Huamei curled up on the sofa again, swirling her red wine glass as she muttered to herself.

"Could it be that this Mu Feng has some grudge against Jiang Che?"

"Tsk tsk, little brother really has so many nasty thoughts~"

"But, big sister likes it~"

With a light chuckle, Bai Huamei drained the red wine in her glass again. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her pretty face before she summoned two of her subordinates to make arrangements.

"Mix these two bottles of medicine into two bottles of Louis XIII red wine, go promote them to Mu Feng and Chen Hao, and entice them to drink it."

These two young women were named Xiao Hong and Xiao Hua; they were the top alcohol promoters at Ink Dawn. Their figures and looks were quite good—scoring around 80 points after makeup—and they knew very well how to please men.

Bai Huamei was completely confident that Xiao Hong and Xiao Hua could twist these two guys around their fingers.

"Understood, Boss."

Xiao Hong and Xiao Hua agreed obediently without asking another question and went straight to do it.

After taking the two white jade porcelain bottles, they turned and left the Supreme private room, closing the door behind them.

After turning and heading downstairs, following Bai Huamei's instructions, the two women mixed the "even sows go crazy" into the Louis XIII red wine, then each took a bottle and headed straight toward where Mu Feng and Chen Hao were.

At this moment, Mu Feng was full of resentment, indignantly denouncing Jiang Che's various evil deeds and constantly splashing dirty water on him.

In his narrative, Jiang Che was nothing but a piece of human scum who bullied men and oppressed women, committed all kinds of evil, and specialized in stealing other people's wives and daughters—a total piece of trash.

"This guy is really a bastard!"

"Rest assured, brother, I will avenge the hatred of having your wife stolen for you!"

After listening to Mu Feng's account, Chen Hao was also furious. He patted his chest and, without even thinking, agreed readily.

Having already drunk quite a bit of alcohol and trusting Mu Feng implicitly, Chen Hao didn't even consider how credible Mu Feng's words were, nor did he care.

Even if Jiang Che wasn't some great villain, just the fact that he had stolen his good brother's girlfriend was enough for Chen Hao to never let him off!

He was the descendant of the Medical Saint who had cultivated in seclusion on Baiyun Mountain for ten years!

With his left hand he could save lives, and with his right hand he could kill; surely dealing with a playboy was an easy matter?

"Really?"

"Then thank you, Brother Hao!"

Hearing this, Mu Feng's crying stopped abruptly, and he quickly put on a look of extreme gratitude, his expression full of excitement.

"It's just a small matter..."

"Come, let's keep drinking!"

"Tonight, you and I, brothers, shall not stop until we are drunk!"

Chen Hao waved his hand nonchalantly, his face calm and unconcerned, and with a heh heh laugh, he raised his glass to signal.

"Drink!"

The two clinked glasses and each downed the fine wine in their cups in one gulp.

Chen Hao put down his glass, shook his somewhat dizzy head, and just as he was about to say something more, he quickly froze.

In his line of sight, two scantily clad women were each carrying a bottle of fine wine and heading toward him.

Gazing at their incredibly graceful figures, Chen Hao's eyes lit up, and his gaze instantly fixed on them.