Nightclub

During this period, Song Ren had racked up eight consecutive victories in the top-floor arena of Fook Shing Building.

Adding the five wins he had secured in the first round of Zhulu Dou.

Song Ren now had a total of thirteen winning slots under his belt.

He was only three victories away from claiming the top-floor championship—the second top-floor champion title since Fook Shing Building was established.

However, far fewer fighters were willing to challenge him now.

Even with Zhu Bao'er there to hold down the fort, it was difficult to find challengers willing to step into the ring.

Song Ren was in no hurry. Instead, he methodically handled the business arrangements of Golden Shield Security Company.

It was worth mentioning that Zhang Shicheng, who had tried to fake an injury against Song Ren during Zhulu Dou, had also joined Golden Shield Security.

Although his skills were only average in the top-floor arena,

he was more than capable of training the security personnel.

Besides, he had worked in security for some time before and understood the ins and outs of the job.

Song Ren personally held an impressive welcome banquet for Yau Kong Ngau and his four brothers.

As for the subsequent one-stop services at the bathhouse and massage parlor, he did not participate. Siu Jai Ming was responsible for entertaining them.

It was already evening.

Song Ren finished his daily training and tempered his muscles and bones.

Together with A Lok, who had finished handling the company's affairs, he hurried over to meet up with everyone.

Yau Kong Ngau and the others were all somewhat unsteady on their feet, but they had already hit it off with Siu Jai Ming.

The moment A Lok saw them, he said exaggeratedly, "Wow, no way. Brother Ngau, how did you guys end up like this? We're going to a nightclub later. You won't be too worn out to walk, will you?"

Song Ren also joked with a smile, "Do you want me to help you along?"

Yau Kong Ngau was in somewhat better shape than the others. He walked over with a smile. "Brother Ren."

The two of them moved to a quieter spot. Only then did Yau Kong Ngau continue, "Brother Ren, I won't bother with polite words. Thanks."

Song Ren leaned against the railing nearby and handed him a can of beer.

Then, facing the evening breeze, he said calmly, "A Ngau, you brothers still haven't let go of what happened several years ago, have you?"

Yau Kong Ngau fell silent, a layer of gloom gradually settling over his eyes.

How could something like that be put behind them so easily?

Those bastards who had sold them out, betrayed them, and kicked them while they were down—none of them could be spared!

Song Ren patted him on the shoulder. "Listen to me. Settle down at Golden Shield for now."

Yau Kong Ngau looked troubled. "Brother Ren, I won't stand on ceremony with you."

"To be honest, the few of us don't want to drag you down. What happened to us these past few years is something we'll never be able to put behind us in this lifetime."

"One of our brothers died because of it."

"If we don't do something, I'm afraid he won't be able to rest in peace."

Song Ren was silent for a moment before saying, "Stay at Golden Shield for now. I'll help you with the rest."

Yau Kong Ngau said, "Brother Ren..."

Song Ren said, "Don't overthink it. I was already planning to move against some gangs, so I'll have to come into contact with certain things anyway."

"As for helping you, it's just something I'll be doing along the way."

Finally, he patted Yau Kong Ngau on the shoulder and said bluntly, "A Ngau, then it's settled."

Yau Kong Ngau took a deep breath and nodded in the end.

They had only just been released from prison. Even if they wanted revenge, they had no connections to rely on.

Song Ren took them in, allowing the resentment that had built up inside Yau Kong Ngau to ease a little.

That evening,

the group arrived at an upscale nightclub and sat together in a large booth.

The environment inside was quite nice, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

The lights filled the room with dazzling colors, while the rhythmic music blared at full volume.

In the middle of the club, men and women of all kinds were swaying wildly to the beat on the dance floor.

The atmosphere in the hall was quite relaxed. Every now and then, an eye-catching young woman could be seen weaving through the crowd.

The restless rhythm, the music pounding with drumbeats, the multicolored lights in dark hues, and the people swaying without restraint—

everywhere in the nightclub, the air was thick with hormones.

Siu Jai Ming was very familiar with this whole nightclub routine. He waved over one of the hostesses.

"Bring over a few princesses. Make sure they're pretty and sharp."

"My big brother rarely comes out. Keep your eyes open and treat him well."

A short while later, five or six made-up hostesses arrived at the booth.

Most of them wore heavy makeup, so much so that their original features were almost impossible to make out.

But in terms of figure alone, they were indeed quite good.

With women there to liven up the atmosphere, most of the men present were seasoned veterans, with only a very few exceptions.

They took to it like fish to water, all of them having a thoroughly good time.

Even Yau Kong Ngau joined in from time to time.

At first, one of the women sat beside Song Ren as well, but he sent her to sit with the others.

He was no monk, but he had no interest in women who came out for this sort of entertainment. Besides, he had always been extremely choosy.

Song Ren genuinely had no interest in women of this caliber.

Especially after taking up martial arts, his self-control had grown even stronger.

Compared with the pleasures of the flesh, he revered places of violence where conflict could be ended through force.

He had come here only to indulge with Yau Kong Ngau and his brothers, who had just been released from prison.

Before long, someone at the booth could no longer hold back. He squeezed into the dance floor to have fun with the girls there.

Song Ren told them to enjoy themselves, then went to the bar alone and ordered himself a drink.

He had barely taken two sips when two graceful figures approached from the neighboring seat.

Song Ren turned his head and glanced over, pausing slightly.

The two women sat down beside him.

One had a bewitchingly alluring appearance. She was wearing a women's OL business suit, and beneath her short skirt were a pair of straight, slender legs in black stockings.

She seemed to have come straight from work.

Supporting herself on her friend's shoulder with one hand, she hooked a finger around the heel of her high-heeled shoe with the other and complained, "Oh, I really want to stay home and be a salted fish with no ambitions."

The friend whose shoulder she was holding was equally stunning.

She wore a women's suit trousers, had a devilishly attractive figure, and paired it with high heels and light makeup.

Most astonishing of all was her icy, aloof aura that seemed to reject anyone from a thousand miles away, complemented by a thick, glossy braid that fell all the way to her waist.

Even without seeing her face, that unmistakably queenly presence still drew countless sidelong glances.

Song Ren was not dazzled by their looks, but by that unique presence.

One was like a fox, every movement radiating a deadly allure.

The other was as cold and aloof as a queen, as though taking even one step closer would be an offense against her.

Women of this caliber appearing in a nightclub were truly rare.

The bartender showed the queenly woman ninety-nine points of respect. "Sister Cai."

Cai Shuang Yu gave him the usual order, then turned to look at her close friend.

Her tone instead carried the indulgent affection of an elder toward a younger one:

"You really can't behave yourself, can you?"

"If that person at home finds out you came somewhere like this with me,"

"he'll probably smash this place to pieces."

Li Yuyao said, "Hmph. Don't mention him to me. I can't stand his hypocritical face."

"If our families hadn't arranged the marriage, I would never have married someone like him."

As she spoke, Li Yuyao seemed to notice Song Ren's gaze.

She immediately shot him a seductive wink. Seeing him apparently put on a serious act, she covered her mouth and giggled.