Chapter 943: The Show Begins

Nightfall.

Zhao Chen gathered a group from his circle to welcome Ye Shihu, a notorious second-generation heir.

However, the venue choice was quite clever.

The hotel Zhao Chen booked had shares held by a junior from the Deng Family.

These favors are common for these second-generation elites, using connections to gain hotel shares for free without investing a penny.

This is the advantage of being born into privilege. People rush to give you money without you lifting a finger.

The atmosphere in the private room was lively.

Ye Shihu sat in the main seat, surrounded by people, his face full of pride as he spoke, gesturing boldly.

“Xiao Chen, let me tell you, as long as you take good care of me, my… my brother won’t be a problem.”

Ye Shihu, in a drunken stupor, draped his arm around Zhao Chen’s shoulders, patting his face lightly, his breath reeking of alcohol.

This act undeniably carried a hint of humiliation.

But Zhao Chen had no choice but to force a smile, nodding politely. “Yes, yes, Second Young Master is right. Please say a few kind words to your brother for me. Come, let me offer you another toast.”

As Ye Shihu became more drunk, Zhao Chen gave someone a discreet look.

The person noticed, nodded subtly, and then slipped out.

Moments later, they returned with a tall, attractive woman in a uniform skirt.

This woman was the hotel’s lobby manager.

“Young Master Zhao, this gentleman requested more wine earlier. What kind would you prefer?”

The lobby manager looked at Zhao Chen, smiling, respectfully speaking in a pleasant tone.

“Oh, a uniform, how enticing. Come on, sit down and have a few drinks with Master Ye.”

Seeing the elegant curves of the lobby manager, Ye Shihu’s drunken eyes lit up as he brazenly beckoned her.

Zhao Chen grinned with a mischievous smile. As expected, Second Young Master Ye had this kind of personality.

The manager’s surname was Yao, and she was the niece of the hotel owner. She had a strong temper and, more crucially, she was the woman of the Deng Family junior who backed the hotel.

Her identity made her the perfect catalyst for what Zhao Chen had in mind.

Seeing everything going according to plan, Zhao Chen looked at the lobby manager and asked, “Manager Yao, why are you standing there? Ye Shihu asked you to sit down and have a drink. Are you disrespecting him?”

“No, Young Master Zhao, you know I don’t drink.” Manager Yao’s face showed a bit of reluctance.

Zhao Chen heard this and looked at Ye Shihu, feigning a sigh. “Second Young Master, maybe we should forget it. I can get a model over instead.”

“No way! I want her!” The drunk Ye Shihu immediately refused, a lewd grin appearing on his face. “Besides, nowadays, models aren’t as fun as proper women.”

As he spoke, he stood up, reaching out to embrace Manager Yao.

Zhao Chen watched this scene with a scornful look. This spoiled brat was worthless. If it weren’t for his father, who knows where he’d be now.

“Sir, you’re drunk.”

Manager Yao’s expression changed, easily avoiding Ye Shihu’s drunken advance.

“Smack!”

Ye Shihu’s face darkened, and he raised his hand, slapping her hard across the face. “Damn it, don’t you know when you’re being generous? If I fancy you, it’s your damn honor! Whether you like it or not, you’ll drink with me tonight!”

Ye Shihu was entirely focused on the woman in front of him, not noticing that someone had already discreetly left the room.

“Bang!”

Soon, the door to the private room swung open.

A chubby middle-aged man walked in.

“Uncle.”

Seeing the man, Manager Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rushed to hide behind him.

“Young Master Zhao, your friend is drunk. You should take him away. This is getting inappropriate.”

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Chen with a cold expression. With the Deng Family backing him, he wasn’t afraid.

Zhao Chen chuckled helplessly. “Owner Yao, there’s nothing I can do about him. He’s out of my control.”

With that, he sat back down, leisurely sipping his wine, no longer intervening.

Owner Yao frowned. He had no choice but to turn his attention to Ye Shihu, taking a deep breath. “Sir, this is my niece. Please…”

“Old man, who the hell are you? Get lost!”

Before he could finish, Ye Shihu impatiently interrupted him.

Owner Yao frowned, realizing the situation wouldn’t be resolved peacefully tonight. He whispered to his niece, “Call Deng Shao quickly.”

“You can call the King of Heaven himself, and it still won’t do a damn thing! Who the hell can touch me here in the Northwest?!”

Ye Shihu scoffed arrogantly, his face full of madness.

As Owner Yao continued to argue with Ye Shihu, a young man came in, followed by several bodyguards within less than ten minutes.

“Who the hell dares lay a finger on my woman?!”

The young man roared angrily. As he glanced around the room, his gaze fell on Zhao Chen. “You, Zhao, are you tired of living?!”

As a member of the Deng Family, he naturally knew Zhao Chen. And he was well aware of the feud between their families, so courtesy wasn’t necessary.

“Young Master Ye, this is someone from the Deng Family. Perhaps it’s better to drop it.”

Zhao Chen got up and pretended to try and pull Ye Shihu back, but he was actually fanning the flames.

As expected, Ye Shihu, already accustomed to arrogance, became even more emboldened under the influence of alcohol. There was no way he would back down quietly.

“Deng Family? Not even the King of Heaven can stop me today! This woman is drinking with me whether she likes it or not!”

As he spoke, Ye Shihu reached out, trying to grab Manager Yao’s clothes.

“You bastard! Who do you think you are?!”

The Deng Family youth didn’t know Ye Shihu, but seeing him dare to harass his woman in front of him, he responded by slapping him across the face.

“You’re gonna hit Young Master Ye?! What are you waiting for? Protect him! Take down this Deng punk!”

Zhao Chen “erupted in anger” and gave the order. Instantly, his men swarmed at once, and the private room descended into chaos.

Drunken Ye Shihu fell to the ground. With Zhao Chen’s subtle interference, the Deng Family men held Ye Shihu down and beat him until his face was bloodied.

The brawl lasted for a full fifteen minutes before both sides finally separated.

By this time, Ye Shihu lay in a bloody heap on the ground, unconscious.

“Young Master Ye, are you alright? Somebody! Take him to the hospital, quickly!”

Gazing at the unconscious Ye Shihu, Zhao Chen was secretly pleased, although outwardly he looked anxious.

“Damn it, Zhao Chen, I’m warning you! If you keep acting up around me, I’ll beat you every time I see you!”

The Deng Family youth, feeling victorious after the fight, smirked and threatened Zhao Chen.

“You’ve no idea, kid. Your Deng Family is in big trouble now.”

Zhao Chen looked up at him with a malicious grin, his face a little twisted.

“Scare me? Pah! We’ve been at war with your family already. There’s no turning back now!”

The Deng Family youth spat disdainfully at Zhao Chen, showing no fear of his unserious threats.

He didn’t realize, however, that he had already fallen into a trap.