Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chu Mo nodded slightly upon hearing that. He and his group weren't afraid, but if that rich second-generation guy named Sun Li really went after Wu Xinyi afterwards, the girl might not be able to withstand the trouble. It was a good idea to pull her out of the circle now while there was still a chance.

He saw about a dozen men in black nearby, all with unfriendly expressions, understanding they were the security of the bar. If it weren't for Lu Siyue intervening, he wouldn't have been able to fight so freely. He nodded towards the cheongsam-clad lady in front of him, and then various shouts broke out behind him.

"Li Ming, you've got guts to start a fight with me. This isn't over."

"And you, just wait..."

Supported by a few of his friends, Sun Li, clutching the back of his head, pointed fiercely at Chu Mo.

Sun Li had never been humiliated like this before, and Chu Mo's kick and wine bottle had nearly crippled him. He roared:

"Are you all fucking dead? Call people! This isn't the end of it today."

The prelude had been fought, and naturally, it was now time to summon friends and band together.

This matter had a lot to do with Chu Mo, so he naturally couldn't just walk away after slapping his butt clean.

To be honest, having hit people and vented his anger, Chu Mo suddenly felt a refreshing clarity. He reminisced about the fierce reverberation when the wine bottle hit the young man's head and actually found himself savoring the moment.

This was the first time in his twenty-five years that he had cracked someone's head open, and the very first time he had been in a head-on fight with anyone. Truthfully, he rather enjoyed the experience.

Of course, given his status, such opportunities were unlikely to come again. This was the first time, and it should also be the last.

Chu Mo nonchalantly took out his phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and after a few rings someone picked up. He casually said:

"It's me, at Houhai Bar on Phoenix Avenue. I'm in a fight here, bring people over."

After dropping that line, he hung up the phone straightforwardly. He searched for another number, and after a moment, made another call, waiting quietly. This time the wait was a bit longer. After half a minute, the call was answered, and Chu Mo, with a calm expression, spoke indifferently:

"Houhai Bar on Phoenix Avenue, bring the company's legal team over. I'll wait for you here."

After hanging up, as he was about to make a third call, Lu Siyue next to him could already sense the brewing storm.

Lu Siyue, looking at Sun Li across from her summoning his friends, suddenly felt sympathy for the guy she had never gotten along with.

Given Sun Li's status and position, the helpers he could summon were clearly of the same caliber as him, rich second and third generations. It was unrealistic to expect him to call in any big shots to back him up over a children's fight.

In contrast, the man sitting before her, whose expression was becoming steadily more solemn, seemed to be calling in support that was not on the same level at all.

Amid Lu Siyue's complicated expression, Chu Mo hung up the phone and returned to his private booth. He hesitated for a moment when he picked up the red wine in front of him, then shook his head and put it down.

Having just downed a full glass of liquor, the effects were slowly becoming apparent. His brain felt a bit fuzzy, and he was feeling rather uncomfortable.

The young man named Sun Li continued to make noisy phone calls to gather people. Such encounters between second generations were usually resolved this way. Having been defeated just now, he certainly wanted to regain his lost ground.

Li Ming, with a shoe print on his thigh, limped over. His lips were slightly bruised, but he wasn't seriously injured. Plus, with the victory from the fight and the tall Chu Mo backing him up, he was quite excited. Coming up to Chu Mo, Li Ming said directly:

"Brother Chu, I should call for backup too, shouldn't I? Otherwise, we'll be at a disadvantage if they have more people."

Chu Mo waved his hand, saying that he had already called Jiang Tao, and there were over a hundred retired society members from the detective agency. It wouldn't matter how many frail rich second-generation guys like the ones opposite him showed up; even a single Jiang Tao could handle all of them.

Not worried about this, Chu Mo casually asked:

"That Sun Li, what does his family do?"

Before Li Ming could answer, Lu Siyue by his side had already started explaining:

"The Sun family is the sole agent for Ferrari in the Greater China Region, controlling the lifeline of all Ferrari dealerships in Hua Country. They have quite a network and power in Shanghai."

As Chu Mo fell silent, a timid voice suddenly sounded from his side.

"You seem thirsty, would you like some juice?"

It was the figure of the ponytailed young girl Zhao Lili, resembling a small rabbit.

Zhao Lili was holding a high-stemmed glass, but instead of wine or liquor, it contained a glass of juice. Seeing Chu Mo pick up the red wine then put it down, Zhao Lili had presumptuously brought a glass of juice over to him.

Chu Mo, who was indeed thirsty, accepted the high-stemmed glass that the girl offered, and when his fingertips inadvertently touched her slender fingers, the girl instinctively stepped back. Without minding much, Chu Mo tipped his head back and poured the juice into his stomach.

Afterward, Chu Mo picked up the phone for the fourth time and dialed another number, then quietly began to wait again.

The wait was slightly longer this time, lasting about a minute. When the call connected, Chu Mo's expression had returned to its previously unruffled state. His voice remained steady, and he said in an unhurried tone:

"Director Ren, this is Chu Mo. Sorry to disturb you so late."