Chapter 157: Full of Secondary School

"Who is it?" Jiang Hai shouted as soon as he saw the champagne column heading toward him. However, the incredible physical fitness granted by his dragon ball possession wasn't a joke. His brain hadn't even fully processed the danger, but his body reacted immediately. He leapt to the side, only to realize that the seat next to him wasn't empty, but occupied by several people.

In his haste, he ended up jumping onto Maggie, the girl who had been chatting with him earlier. Some other girls were also thrown off their seats by Jiang Hai's sudden movement, but none of this stopped the champagne from falling from the sky.

In the critical moment, Jiang Hai pushed off the ground, and with a single motion, he flipped the entire sofa. Not only did he tumble, but the girls sitting on the sofa went down with him.

Honestly, these girls would have preferred to be drenched by champagne than fall like this. You see, in order to create the right atmosphere, the ground here had no carpet—just hard glass, allowing people to see the activities below clearly.

Although the glass wouldn't break upon impact, a fall like this was certainly going to hurt.

As they tumbled, the women screamed in shock. Hearing their terrified cries, Jiang Hai immediately responded. He pushed himself up with his palms and positioned himself beneath the falling women, using his body to cushion their fall. The sound of four heavy impacts followed. Jiang Hai felt the weight of four bodies pressing down on him.

The women opened their eyes, surprised to find themselves unhurt and not cold. When they realized Jiang Hai was lying beneath them, they froze. To be honest, not just they, but Jiang Hai himself was stunned. As mentioned earlier, the girls were wearing very simple outfits. While they had covered their lower bodies, their tops were missing. With the sudden movement, several of the women's tops came off. The fabric, which consisted of just a single piece, rubbed against them during the fall, exposing certain parts.

Jiang Hai's pupils dilated as he caught sight of these unexpected views. At that moment, the women realized they were exposed, but among the four, two Latin American women and one American white woman didn't seem to mind. In fact, they even seemed to flaunt their bodies before Jiang Hai.

These girls weren't sex workers, nor were they professional performers; they were all models. They participated in events like anime conventions, game shows, and car exhibitions, hoping to get attention and make connections with wealthy people, industry insiders, and celebrities. This could help them rise from their current position, where they had to rely on their bodies to survive. Some may even dream of transitioning into the upper class and leaving their current lifestyles behind.

That's why they were here, showing off their assets, trying to get closer to Jiang Hai.

However, the girl from the island nation was startled and immediately stood up, trying to fix her clothes.

But she forgot that the champagne was still pouring from above. As soon as she stood, the guy at the door noticed her and sprayed champagne right at her, soaking her completely. She let out a scream and squatted back down, now drenched and looking like a drowned chicken. Her hair, clothes, and makeup were all ruined. Jiang Hai couldn't help but be speechless, but he had to admit, despite the mess, this girl was stunning when her makeup was intact. Even now, with her makeup smudged, it was evident she had a solid foundation. But it didn't seem like the right time to consider this.

"Damn it, you dare show off in front of me? You're asking for trouble!" the man at the door shouted. Jiang Hai's eyes flashed with a fierce glint. He had always been a pacifist, but he wouldn't tolerate being provoked.

He glanced outside, noticing that the guy was mainly targeting Moses Adams and the others who hadn't had time to dodge on the other sofas. This was his opportunity. Jiang Hai dashed out from behind the sofa, grabbed a fruit plate from the coffee table, and hurled it like a flying disc.

The man at the door had been about to spray Jiang Hai with champagne, but his reflexes were slower. Before the champagne could turn toward Jiang Hai, the fruit plate slammed into the man's nose. There are three vital spots on a human body, and the nose is one of them. When struck, it causes dizziness, pain, and tears. The man dropped the champagne and immediately clutched his nose.

"Oh, who the hell hit me, my nose!" he cried. As he yelled, Jiang Hai was already in front of him. Without saying a word, he kicked the man in the chest.

The man didn't have time to react—he didn't even manage to wipe away his tears before Jiang Hai sent him flying out of the box, straight into a mirror in the corridor. There was a loud crash as the large golden mirror cracked upon impact.

"Boss!" The two bodyguards outside the door rushed over in shock to check on their boss, but Jiang Hai had already walked out of the room.

"Sir, stay where you are." One of the big men stood in front of Jiang Hai, eyes narrowed. They had seen their boss fly out of the room and knew he'd been beaten. Now, they were on high alert, watching Jiang Hai closely.

"Ah, my nose, my chest, damn, damn, damn! Who the hell did this? You dare hit me?" The man who had been knocked out was already recovering, clutching his nose and chest, shouting at Jiang Hai in anger.

Jiang Hai snorted coldly and eyed the two bodyguards. From their size and the aura they exuded, it was clear they had military backgrounds and had seen combat. But compared to Bell in Jiang Hai's manor, they were still far beneath him. He was confident that if these two men dared to act, he would show them why flowers are so red.

But unfortunately for them, neither of the bodyguards moved. One stood at the ready, guarding, while the other crouched beside him.

"Boss, we're your bodyguards, not thugs," one of them said coldly, while the other stayed silent, observing the situation.

Hearing this, the man who had been knocked out gritted his teeth. These bodyguards were far too disobedient.

"What's going on here?" A fat, middle-aged white man rushed in with a group of security guards. Upon seeing the situation, he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. It was this man again, and Jiang Hai didn't like him at all.

"Hey, George, this guy hit me, he hit me! This place has no law, and he dares to strike me!" the man on the floor yelled.

"Did our boss hit you? We'd even kill you if we wanted to. You barged into our room, sprayed champagne on us, and now you're crying about being hit? Let's see if any cop would sentence us for this," Moses Adams, who had been inside, stepped out, angry and wiping his wet hair.

Honestly, no one would be happy if some guy barged into their space, drenched everyone with champagne, and ruined the atmosphere, and Moses Adams was no exception.

"I was treating you to a drink! I told you from the start, I was treating you, but you didn't appreciate it and even hit me. Do you have no shame?" the man on the floor grinned, pretending to be angry.

"I don't need your treatment. If that's your way of offering a drink, I'll just treat you to some fruit." Jiang Hai shot back without hesitation, pointing at the broken fruit plate on the floor.

"What did you say, you damn guy? George, he hit me! He actually hit me! How could your nightclub let someone like this in? I'm a VIP, do you understand?" The man on the floor roared angrily at Jiang Hai, realizing he couldn't take on the fight directly.

"Your dad! You're the manager, right? I want an explanation—why the hell is this guy allowed into our box?" Jiang Hai raised his middle finger at the raving man and turned to George, speaking coldly. (To be continued...)