The most infuriating things in the world for a man are revenge for his father's death and the theft of his wife.
Although Yao'er was not Wu Hao's wife, she was his most beloved nightclub girl. Seeing her in another man's arms, being forced to drink, and the tears welling up in her eyes made it clear she was unwilling.
Instantly, Wu Hao's rage ignited.
Just as he was about to throw punches, he saw the white-haired muscular man casually cross his legs and sneer at Wu Hao, "What, you want to fight? Too bad, the Chief Superintendent of Fog City is resting in the next room. If you dare to lay a hand on me, you'll be taken away in minutes. Furthermore, the image your Wu family has painstakingly built will be ruined! Come on, hit me."
Wu Hao's gang of subordinates clenched their fists, itching to rush forward.
However, Wu Hao, uncharacteristically, maintained his composure.
He couldn't make a move.
The Chief Superintendent was in the adjacent private room. If he acted rashly, he would face dire consequences. Moreover, this was precisely the time for the Wu family to gain public favor and amass wealth; any trouble now would be disastrous.
If his sister, Wu Lingxuan, found out he was causing a scene over a woman at such a crucial juncture, she would likely forbid him from seeing Yao'er ever again.
Calm down, he had to remain calm.
But...
Yao'er's tears streamed down her face as she looked at Wu Hao with a pitiful gaze, "Brother Hao, I don't want to drink. I can't drink anymore. Please save me, okay?"
Hearing his beloved woman speak so humbly, how could Wu Hao endure it?
After a moment's thought.
Since he couldn't resort to violence, he would play by the rules!
Wu Hao snorted coldly and asked the attendant, "How much did he pay for Yao'er's company?"
The attendant replied, "Quite a lot. This gentleman spent fifty thousand to book Yao'er for the entire night."
Normally, booking a girl for the night would cost only a few thousand, at most ten thousand. This man spending fifty thousand for Yao'er was indeed considerable.
However, fifty thousand yuan was pocket change for Wu Hao!
He chuckled, "I'll pay one hundred thousand to have Yao'er brought to my room."
"This... is it appropriate?" The attendant was hesitant.
Wu Hao said coldly, "You run a business. Whoever pays more gets their way, don't you understand this simple logic?"
"Yes, yes, I understand."
Thus, the attendant looked at the white-haired muscular man, "Boss Wu has offered one hundred thousand, so Yao'er will..."
Before the attendant could finish, the white-haired muscular man slammed a bank card onto the coffee table. "Two hundred thousand."
It was a direct confrontation!
Wu Hao's face darkened. "You dog, are you provoking me?"
The white-haired muscular man laughed. "The petty Wu family, a second-rate clan, dares to bark at me? I'm taking Yao'er, no matter the cost! Your Wu family is poor and pathetic. If you can't afford to play, then get lost and go cry to your sister. Hahaha."
He was outrageously arrogant.
Clearly, the man held the Wu family in utter contempt.
Wu Hao was finally enraged. "It's about who has more money? Fine, I'll play your game! I offer one million!"
A leap from two hundred thousand to one million was astonishing.
The white-haired muscular man's expression visibly changed. One million could buy a decent car; spending it on a woman for one night seemed excessive.
Wu Hao taunted, "What, looking at your cowardly face, can't keep up?"
The situation had escalated beyond just a woman; it was now a matter of male pride!
The white-haired muscular man patted his bank card. "I have three million in this card, and I'm betting it all!"
Didn't you want to see who had more money?
Let's see!
The white-haired muscular man looked provocatively at Wu Hao.
It was ridiculous, spending three million on a woman was an utter waste.
Wu Hao was starting to feel the pressure. He hadn't brought that much money with him. Three million was not something he could easily produce on the spot.
Enduring the man's taunts, Wu Hao's pride was wounded.
No matter what!
Wu Hao decided to access the funds from the "Yin Yang Account" – money skimmed from donation funds, which he had planned to use later, after things had settled down.
But he couldn't wait now.
Wu Hao pulled out his phone and made a series of operations, transferring ten million from a special account.
He stared at the white-haired muscular man and declared, "I'll match you with ten million!"
Ruthless. This was incredibly ruthless.
The white-haired muscular man was clearly stunned by Wu Hao. Ten million, to book a woman for a night? Was he crazy?
The white-haired muscular man's hand began to tremble.
Seeing his pathetic state, Wu Hao laughed, asking provocatively, "Little punk, didn't you have a lot of money? Come on, keep up. I have plenty of money. I'll match whatever you bet, but I wonder if you can keep up with me."
The white-haired muscular man faltered.
He glanced at Wu Hao and said, "Impossible. How could your Wu family have so much money? If your sister knew you spent ten million on a woman, wouldn't she break your legs?"
"Hahahaha," Wu Hao burst into laughter. "How could a little punk like you fathom the wealth of our Wu family? If you can't afford it, then scram. Seeing you makes me sick."
The attendant chimed in, "Yes, sir. If you can't afford it, please leave. We won't be doing business with you tonight."
The white-haired muscular man gritted his teeth, refusing to concede defeat, but he lacked the funds to match.
An awkward silence ensued.
Wu Hao laughed even harder. His subordinates behind him were all giving the white-haired muscular man the middle finger, whistling, and jeering.
"Get lost already!"
"No money, but you act tough. Be careful of divine retribution, you scumbag."
"You dare to compete with our Brother Hao in wealth? You've got nerve."
Finally, unable to bear the mockery, the white-haired muscular man slammed his fist onto the coffee table in frustration, shattering the glass.
Then, he got up and, with his brothers in tow, slunk out of the private room.
Wu Hao had won!
He sneered, "He even broke something on his way out and didn't offer to pay. Such poor manners."
Wu Hao patted the attendant's shoulder. "Add the cost of the coffee table to my tab, then take Yao'er to wash her face and bring her to my room."
The attendant repeatedly expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, thank you!"
Wu Hao, leading his subordinates, left with smiles, reveling in the sweet taste of victory.
The moment they left, Jiang Mengxin entered the private room. Everything that had just transpired had unfolded exactly according to her plan.
The attendant, the white-haired muscular man, and even Yao'er were all actors arranged by Jiang Mengxin.
She closed the door and sat down.
Jiang Mengxin gave Yao'er a thumbs-up. "Great acting. You could turn on the tears at will."
Yao'er wiped her face with a wet wipe. "Who hasn't got some acting skills working in a nightclub? How did it go? Did you get what you wanted? Can you kill Wu Hao?"
Jiang Mengxin nodded with certainty. "Yes."
Yao'er let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, I found an opportunity to get rid of that bastard. Hmph!"
From Yao'er's cold expression, it was evident that she harbored a deep-seated hatred for Wu Hao.
It wasn't surprising. Wu Hao had committed egregious acts before.
Even though Yao'er was Wu Hao's favorite girl, he never cherished her. Every time he made her accompany guests, he would force her to drink excessively, and if she refused, he would beat her mercilessly.
It wasn't that he liked Yao'er; rather, Wu Hao enjoyed the thrill of tormenting her.
His abuse left Yao'er covered in injuries, and she had nearly died several times.
Therefore, Yao'er was more than willing to cooperate when an opportunity arose to get rid of Wu Hao!
Her tears just now were merely part of the act.
Would anyone be foolish enough to believe the tears of a nightclub girl? Heh, they deserved to die if they did.
Not to mention Wu Hao's foolishness in publicly using money from the "Yin Yang Account" for a woman.
It was tantamount to exposing his crimes to everyone.
Jiang Mengxin said, "Alright, you two can leave now. Continue your roles, don't break character."
"Okay."
"Understood."
The attendant and Yao'er left the private room.
Following this, Jiang Mengxin compiled the obtained evidence and had her subordinates deliver it to the Anti-Corruption Bureau.
Thus, the matter of the Wu family's "Yin Yang Account" was completely exposed. Coupled with Lu Ming's control over the three processing plant directors, everything was sent to the police.
The Wu family's plan to profit from the earthquake would soon be revealed to the public.
Jiang Mengxin chuckled coldly. "Wu Lingxuan, you've been hiding quite well. But let's see how you pretend this time. The Wu family is doomed!"