Chapter 1067: Chapter 1056: The Embarrassed Brother Tiger
North Street of Dragon City.
Ning Fan parked the car at the intersection, hung up the phone, and with a cold smile, said to Ouyang Feifei, “No wonder Lv Wenlong dared to default on our company’s payment, turns out he has backing from the Hong Family.”
“Hong Family?”
Ouyang Feifei recalled, and immediately said, “Chairman Hong An, a powerful century-old family in Dragon City, our company doesn’t seem to have any business dealings or conflicts with them, so why is he targeting us?”
“Probably some idle talk from a spoiled brat.”
Ning Fan snorted, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, and said, “Even if Chairman Hong had any heroic spirit in his youth, now he’s just a muddleheaded old fool.”
“Mr. Ning, don’t underestimate them; the Hong Family’s power cannot be taken lightly.”
Ouyang Feifei looked at Ning Fan’s profile and gently reminded him.
“I know.”
Ning Fan coldly smiled, patted Ouyang Feifei’s head, and said, “Get out of the car, isn’t this nightclub where Brother Hu often hangs out?”
Less than a hundred meters from their car, a neon sign was particularly dazzling, with multicolored letters reading: Eternal Joy Nightclub.
“That’s right, the Shadow Team had previously conducted a thorough survey of Dragon City’s legal and illegal circles. Brother Hu is one of the top leaders in the underground organization. Although he’s gradually moved into the shadows in recent years, his words are most authoritative in the entire Dragon City underground organization.”
“Authoritative?”
Ning Fan chuckled, a cold gleam in his eyes, “Dare to default on my money—whatever kind of big shot he is—I’ll make him repay obediently.”
“Of course.”
Ouyang Feifei giggled, looking at the overwhelmingly confident Ning Fan, with a gentle look in her eyes.
The two of them entered Eternal Joy Nightclub one after another.
It was just approaching evening, and although the nightclub’s lights were dazzling, the resident singers and dancers had begun warming up, there weren’t many customers in the booths and private rooms.
A few scattered patrons, holding wine glasses, stood beneath the stage, sipping their drinks while chatting with the dancers warming up on stage, occasionally letting out exaggerated laughter.
After scanning the room, Ning Fan was about to move forward when a waiter who had long noticed them ran up to them.
“Does this gentleman have a reservation?”
The waiter habitually asked.
Seeing Ning Fan shake his head, the waiter continued to ask, “Would you like to open a booth and drink?”
Ning Fan continued shaking his head.
Seeing Ning Fan continuously shaking his head, the waiter’s smile froze on his face, somewhat helplessly said, “Sir, our nightclub’s 8 pm show is about to start, if you’re not drinking, could you please stand back a bit, don’t disturb us setting up the stage.”
This remark sounded polite on the surface, but it was effectively an eviction notice for Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei.
After all, without a reservation and unwilling to sit down and drink, the waiter naturally had no interest in serving them.
Ning Fan, seeing the stark contrast in the waiter’s attitude, smiled slightly, and pulled out a stack of Red Bills from his pocket.
“I have a question for you, answer it correctly and all this money is yours.”
Ning Fan said casually, while observing the interior environment of Eternal Joy Nightclub.
“Please ask, sir; I promise to tell you everything I know!”
The waiter, originally a bit impatient, his eyes lit up instantly upon seeing the stack of Red Bills in Ning Fan’s hand, his back instinctively bent further.
“Brother Hu is your nightclub’s boss, right? Where is he?”
“Brother Hu… we don’t have any Brother Hu at the nightclub.”
At hearing Ning Fan’s query, the waiter’s face turned ugly instantly, no longer casting a glance at the Red Bills, coldly saying, “Sir, if you’re not going to drink, please leave quickly, don’t force me to call security to kick you out.”
“Ah… really won’t take what’s offered and demands what’s not.”
Ning Fan muttered softly, at a volume the waiter couldn’t clearly understand, Ning Fan suddenly struck, directly grasping the waiter’s throat.
With eyes slightly narrowed, seeing the waiter’s face gradually turning red, Ning Fan coldly smiled, released his hand, and said, “Can you tell me now?”
“Come… ugh!”
The waiter’s cry of “come” hadn’t yet left his lips when Ouyang Feifei beside delivered a punch to his abdomen, followed by a slap to his chin, suppressing his screams thoroughly back into his mouth.
“Brother Hu should be in the backstage lounge… since Sister Jiang is here today, Brother Hu should be around.”
The waiter, bearing severe abdominal pain, said quietly.
Seeing Ning Fan still frowning, the waiter’s lips trembled, whispering, “I’m really not lying, that’s all I know.”
“Hmm, not bad.”
With the icy expression melting off his face, Ning Fan patted the waiter’s shoulder and stuffed the stack of Red Bills into his pocket.
Ning Fan walked straight to the nightclub backstage, while Ouyang Feifei remained behind, giving the waiter an extremely seductive smile before delivering a punch to his temple before he could react.
Throwing the unconscious waiter into the nightclub’s restroom, under the deafening sound of the live DJ and the dancers’ hot dances, no one noticed a missing waiter from the hall.
When Ouyang Feifei arrived at the backstage lounge of Eternal Joy Nightclub, Ning Fan had already firmly gained control of the situation.
In front of him was a single resting bed, the bedding in disarray, clothes thrown everywhere.
A burly man with a face full of fear sat dumbly at the head of the bed, upper body bare. Behind him, an ostentatiously made-up seductive woman wrapped herself tightly in a blanket, covering her exposed body.
“How is it possible, how are you not dead?”
Brother Hu muttered to himself, his gaze toward Ning Fan out of focus.
This indicated a state of extreme internal fear.
Ning Fan toyed with the hand crossbow that Brother Hu retrieved from the bedside, blew away the lingering gunpowder smell, and said with a smile, “You bought a fake weapon, huh? It’s useless against people, want me to try it out?”
After saying this, Ning Fan raised the hand crossbow, aiming it at Brother Hu’s forehead.
“No! No!”
Brother Hu was dripping with sweat, yelling loudly.
If Ning Fan was merely physically formidable, as an old Jianghu adept in the underworld for decades, Brother Hu wouldn’t be so flustered.
But what did he just see!
His hand crossbow launched its arrow, accurately hitting Ning Fan’s chest… and then, Ning Fan pulled out the arrow, casually tossed it to the ground!