Chapter 0018: Useless Cowards

The other club employees standing nearby, who had witnessed the entire ordeal, cast disdainful and contemptuous glances at Chen Liuhe and Huang Baiwan.

This was the security captain and vice president specially hired by Boss Qin? These two were nothing short of useless cowards. The troublemakers were practically stepping on their faces, and they were still bowing and scraping, even offering to pay for the guys to go whoring? How could anyone be this pathetic? Not just the hostesses, but even the security guards under Huang Baiwan began to look down on them, feeling a sense of despair. With leaders like these, how could they thrive in the future? They'd probably never even be able to stand tall.

In the entertainment business, incidents like this were commonplace, and they'd dealt with plenty before. But which time hadn't been resolved with a firm hand?

Those who dared to push their luck, act shamelessly, or refuse to back down always ended up being thrown out of the club—sometimes with a few extra kicks and spits for good measure. That was how you showed authority!

The small-time thugs who hung around the area would nod and bow with forced smiles whenever they saw the club's crew. But these two in front of them? What a joke—spineless weaklings through and through.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Chen Liuhe and Huang Baiwan had become synonymous with "useless cowards."

"What if I say no?" The man sitting in the middle raised his head, glancing at Huang Baiwan before shifting his gaze to Chen Liuhe. "This chick is ours to play with tonight. I'd like to see what you can do about it."

Chen Liuhe sighed and shook his head. "Then you're really done for." Only Huang Baiwan caught the true meaning behind his words, while everyone else interpreted it as "you're in for a good time," deepening their scorn for the newly appointed vice president.

"Haha, didn't expect to run into soft eggs like you in a place like this. Gotta hand it to you, though—you're smart," the man in the middle laughed mockingly. He turned to his companion on the right. "Third, go grab that chick. Tonight, the three of us are gonna have some real fun."

Before Chen Liuhe could make a move, a commotion erupted outside the room. The security guards and hostesses at the door lit up with relief, calling out respectfully to an approaching young man, "Manager Fu!"

The crowd parted, and a tall, well-dressed, and fairly handsome young man strode in with a commanding presence. He carried an air of arrogance, clearly someone with significant authority in the club. Even Chen Liuhe, who'd only been there a day, recognized him.

In "Golden Jade Palace," aside from Qin Ruohan, this man held the most sway. He was the club's deputy general manager, Qin Ruohan's right-hand man, and a capable figure in running the place. Qin Ruohan's ability to manage such a large club owed much to Fu Jianfeng's contributions.

"What's going on? This hasn't been resolved yet, and it's blown up this big? Are we still running a business here? If this affects the other guests, who's going to take responsibility?" Fu Jianfeng stormed into the room, his tone sharp and accusatory, his eyes deliberately lingering on Chen Liuhe and Huang Baiwan.

He'd heard about the incident earlier but had held off showing up, wanting to see what Chen Liuhe, the new vice president, was made of. The result? A sneer-worthy disappointment—just a useless nobody.

Truth be told, Fu Jianfeng had no fondness for this sudden interloper, Chen Liuhe. In fact, he found him downright irritating. Everyone in the club knew there was only one deputy general manager—him, Fu Jianfeng. And everyone knew he'd long coveted the beautiful and wealthy Qin Ruohan, harboring ambitions of winning both her and her fortune.

Then, out of nowhere, Chen Liuhe appeared—a nobody who, upon arrival, was inexplicably made a vice president on par with him. It was impossible not to speculate about his relationship with Qin Ruohan. Some even whispered that Chen Liuhe might be her secret boy toy.

How could Fu Jianfeng not be furious? As long as he was around, Chen Liuhe could forget about having an easy time.

Chen Liuhe subtly furrowed his brow. Seeing Fu Jianfeng strut in with that pretentious air, he knew trouble was brewing. This guy was clearly here to show off, and tonight was bound to get lively.

"Manager Fu, thank goodness you're here. This mess needs you to sort it out—don't count on certain people. Today, I've finally seen what a real pushover looks like. I don't know what Boss Qin was thinking, bringing in two spineless losers," sneered a gaudily dressed woman at the room's entrance. She was the manager of the hostesses, known as Sister Hong.

"What a disgrace to our club. If the management's this weak, we'll get our place trashed sooner or later and end up shutting down," someone else chimed in with a scoff.

Facing the surrounding mockery, neither Chen Liuhe nor Huang Baiwan responded. Huang Baiwan wore his usual carefree, thick-skinned expression, while Chen Liuhe just smiled silently.

Fu Jianfeng let out a cold laugh, his gaze sweeping over Chen Liuhe and Huang Baiwan. "Can't even handle a small incident like this? You two really live up to your reputation as useless trash." Why would he pass up such a golden opportunity to put Chen Liuhe in his place?

Chen Liuhe grinned nonchalantly. "I'm just here to watch the show—don't take me too seriously. I can't compare to you, Manager Fu—smart, capable, and all that. I'm sure you'll handle this with ease."

Pausing, he turned to Huang Baiwan. "Old Huang, come over here. With Manager Fu on the scene, what's left for you to mess with? We'll just enjoy the play."

Huang Baiwan didn't hesitate, scurrying over to stand by Chen Liuhe. But his glance at Fu Jianfeng carried a strange glint. This guy had no idea what he was in for—Huang Baiwan could only think of two words: courting death.

"We don't keep useless freeloaders here. Once this is over, I'll ask Boss Qin to kick you both out," Fu Jianfeng said icily, his eyes dripping with disdain as he glared at Chen Liuhe.

Chen Liuhe shrugged indifferently. "Do as you please." His shameless, unflappable attitude only fueled the contempt around him.

Huang Baiwan muttered under his breath, audible only to Chen Liuhe, "Arrogant and full of himself. Guys like this tend to die ugly. If you don't court death, it won't come for you." To Huang Baiwan, Fu Jianfeng was just a puffed-up fool who thought he could soar with a bit of talent.

Ignoring Chen Liuhe, Fu Jianfeng stepped forward under the expectant gazes of the crowd, standing before the three men with an air of superiority, as if ready to turn the tide. "Gentlemen, I'll give you some respect as guests, but let me warn you seriously—tonight's farce ends here. Don't escalate this, or no one will be able to step down gracefully."

"Big talk. Who are you? The one in charge?" The three men sneered at Fu Jianfeng, utterly unimpressed, not giving him the slightest regard.

"I'm the general manager of this club," Fu Jianfeng replied, neither servile nor overbearing.

"You showed up just in time. The three of us want to have some fun with that chick tonight. What do you say?" The man in the middle raised an eyebrow.

The scarred man on his right smirked coldly. "You'll agree whether you like it or not."

Fu Jianfeng's expression darkened completely. "Gentlemen, don't push your luck. I've seen plenty of your type—none of them end well. A word of advice: if you want to stir trouble, pick the right place. Don't bite off more than you can chew!"

At that, the scarred man's temper flared. "Threatening me? Threatening me? You son of a bitch, I've been in this game for years, and no one's ever dared threaten me. You're fucking asking for it!"

With that, he grabbed a beer bottle from the table and smashed it over Fu Jianfeng's head.

A dull thud rang out as the bottle shattered, shards flying everywhere. The sudden violence stunned everyone in the room.

Fu Jianfeng yelped in pain, clutching his bleeding head as he crouched down. He hadn't expected them to attack without warning. When he saw the blood on his hands, realization hit, and he roared in fury, "Beat them—beat these blind bastards to death!"

The dozen-plus security guards inside and outside the room, already brimming with pent-up frustration, leapt into action at the deputy GM's command. Brandishing their batons, they charged forward in a swarm.

"Ungrateful pricks—grab your weapons and kill them!" The three men weren't pushovers either. Even before the fight began, the sheer ruthlessness on their faces was enough to make anyone hesitate.

Chen Liuhe, standing in the corner, chuckled. "The show's starting."

Sure enough, as the brawl erupted, the three brutes revealed their ferocity. They moved fast and struck hard, swinging bottles at the guards' vital spots without a care for consequences.

The scarred man even pulled a fruit knife from somewhere, grinning savagely as he plunged it into the stomach of a guard rushing him.

That move shocked everyone senseless. This wasn't just a fight—it was a life-or-death clash!

The hostesses in the room screamed in terror, while the security guards froze, faces pale with fear. Some stepped back; others' legs turned to jelly. Not a single one dared advance.

Only then did it dawn on them that these three weren't your average thugs. The look on their faces, the glint in their eyes—it was chilling. And the brutality of their strikes sent shivers down spines, breeding thick dread.