Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"You're called Sun Li, right? Don't say I didn't give you a chance, just like you mentioned earlier, if you kneel down and admit your wrongs now, let's put this matter behind us,"

"Miss this chance, and after tonight, there will be no Sun family in the city anymore."

Customers of Houhai Bar had already left, and now, apart from a few remaining waitstaff, even the dozens of security guards had been withdrawn from the entire bar.

However, even so, the hall was far from empty.

Chu Mo had called for backup in a hurry, resulting in Jiang Tao bringing only forty to fifty detectives from the agency.

The President of Bafang International, Zhan Bingxue, was followed by roughly twenty to thirty people, not counting the dozen or so lawyers, who, in a real fight, couldn't be relied upon to go against professional bodyguards with their scholarly demeanor.

All things considered, Chu Mo's side had about sixty to seventy ex-servicemen at hand.

However, the backup Sun Li called was equally formidable, with at least a hundred people on the opposite side, forming a dark and formidable mass.

The difference between these people and ordinary people lay in their strict discipline; each one had an air of fierceness about them, and it was clear at a glance that, just like the bodyguards behind him, all of them were trained fighters.

Especially the muscular middle-aged man leading them – from him, Chu Mo could feel the same presence of a formidable might that existed in Jiang Tao.

If it really came down to a brutal fight, with his side having Jiang Tao and Fang Lihu among a few two-meter-tall strong men, these six alone could take on three average bodyguards each without falling short. However, his side was at a numerical disadvantage. Should it really come to blows, Chu Mo couldn't confidently say who would win or lose.

Chu Mo stood up, emerging from the booth. Jiang Tao and Fang Lihu along with six other towering men were immediately at his side, ready for any sudden moves.

Around sixty or seventy black-clad bodyguards silently stood behind him, and in an instant, the entire hall was filled with a tense atmosphere, like swords drawn and bows bent.

"Do we have a chance of winning?"

Chu Mo didn't turn his head; his gaze was fixed on Sun Li across the way. This guy actually wanted him to lose an arm and a leg, clearly unaware of how grave his situation was.

Jiang Tao's face was grim as water, and the strong man with a tiger-like demeanor, who was rarely serious, fixed his gaze on the robust leader of the opposing side and spoke calmly,

"It's fifty-fifty."

Chu Mo frowned slightly; this was not a favorable situation for him – he wanted full control.

Fifty-fifty meant he could lose or win, an uncertainty that Chu Mo was definitely not keen on.
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However, he also knew that it wasn't Jiang Tao's fault – he had asked him to come over quite suddenly, without any prior preparation, and it was impossible for him to gather enough people on such short notice.

Moreover, Chu Mo had not expected the backup the other side brought to be no ordinary people, and in greater numbers than his own.

Even so, Chu Mo couldn't possibly surrender and admit defeat.

He was the chosen one with an infinite bank card, the only one in the world; how could he possibly lose face in front of some spoiled rich second-generation kid.

Moreover, Chu Mo was in no hurry; he had already prepared his next move. The country's richest man, Zhang Dahua, was in contact with the headquarters of Ferrari, and it wouldn't be long before there was a result.

Once he secured the position of general agent for Ferrari in the Greater China Region, the Sun family would be crippled by half, and by then, without him having to take action, the other side would probably collapse of its own accord.

The whole hall was divided in the middle by the stage's centerline, with dozens, even hundreds of people standing off on each side. If you added dozens of wealthy second-generations, the bar was nearly crammed with nearly two hundred people, making it quite an eventful scene.

Only, there wasn't any lively atmosphere here, just a chilling ambiance that continued to condense around the room.

A moment later, the tall youth beside Sun Li, who was previously beaten up by Chu Mo and Zhou Gang, couldn't hold back any longer.

When Zhou Gang knocked him down earlier, he had kicked him hard between the legs, nearly leaving him childless, a grudge he remembered well. Now, thinking they had the upper hand, he got reckless.

"Zhou Gang, and that one called Chu Mo, just now you were bullying others because you had more people, right? Come on now, don't be a coward; if you guys are so good at fighting, today I, Guo Feng, won't leave until I make the two of you call me 'Grandpa,' or else I'll write my name backwards,"

Chu Mo glanced at the tall, clown-like youth in front of him; he had drunk a little earlier, and heated by the blood of the moment, had lowered himself to scuffling with a few rich second-generations.

Now that he had cooled down and the alcohol had worn off, naturally he wouldn't demean himself with such actions again.

With his status, even if the old sage Confucius himself appeared, he wasn't worth a second glance from Chu Mo, let alone paying attention to such a minor character.

The disregard in Chu Mo's eyes only infuriated Guo Feng further; previously, he'd been on the back foot because he was ganged up on and the opponents had taken him by surprise, but one-on-one, he was confident he could completely thrash both Chu Mo and Zhou Gang.

Seeing that the youth across from him didn't even spare him a glance and with a still-throbbing pain between his legs, Guo Feng's rage exploded as he bellowed,

"Damn it, son of a bitch, don't say that I bully you with numbers; do you dare face me one-on-one? Whoever loses is the son of a bitch!"

The tall youth named Guo Feng stepped forward, arrogantly taking off his jacket to reveal his strong muscles. With his chin slightly raised, he looked down at Chu Mo with an air of supremacy.