Trillionaire's Slice of Life

While the handsome Wu Nianhua was deep in thought, the previously shoved young man with yellow hair suddenly shouted:

"Damn… you softies from Capital City lost the match, and now you think a single bottle of drink will make us forgive you? Where in the world does it work like that? If you want our forgiveness, there are twenty-one of us here, each should down a bottle, then we'll consider it. Otherwise, as per our agreement, wherever our people appear, you'll have to keep your distance."

As the words of the yellow-haired youngster fell, a group of flamboyantly dressed men and women behind him immediately echoed in unison. Evidently, having just arrived, they had suffered exclusion from the second-generation circles of Capital City, and now, seizing the opportunity to vent, they all stood tall and arrogant.

Wu Nianhua was clearly hesitant. He could feel that the current Liu Wei differed significantly in demeanor from the Liu Wei he had met before. If the previous Liu Wei was like his followers—brainless and impulsive—then the current Liu Wei had almost become a different person.

The former Liu Wei was merely a playful second generation; it didn't matter much how they fooled around. Even if they ended up with heads broken and bleeding, the adults would treat it as children's play, not something to be taken seriously.

But at this moment, Liu Wei, portraying himself as the heir of the Liu family, was not merely a scuffle amongst children but involved the influence of formidable powers behind the scenes.

Wu Nianhua didn't want to offend the current Liu Wei, but with a group behind him representing the core of the Northwest second generation, he aimed for a higher position and needed the connections of those behind the group, so he also didn't want to let this group of second generation down too much.

As Wu Nianhua was in a dilemma, the yellow-haired young man seemed to want to regain face; he directly pushed Liu Wei, causing him to stagger, nearly falling.

Liu Wei was taller than his adversary; ordinarily, he wouldn't be pushed into such an embarrassing plight, but he had just guzzled a bottle of strong liquor. Although his alcohol tolerance was decent, chugging a bottle at once had made his head spin and his stance unsteady.

As Liu Wei nearly fell, the group of second generations across seemed to taste victory, immediately starting to hoot and holler.

Seeing his attempt at peace fail, Liu Wei's face paled slightly, and he gave up continuing to be submissive. Having been a member of the second generation, Liu Wei clearly understood, the weaker he appeared today, the more the other side would not hold back, but instead become increasingly unyielding.

This was a mindset Liu Wei was extremely familiar with from his days in the second generation.

Thus, abandoning his attempt at reconciliation, the pale-faced Liu Wei returned to a corner. He set down his bottle and, with his body slightly shaking, said in utmost sincerity:

"Uncle Luo, Young Master Chu, I apologize for the trouble. If I don't leave today, these people likely won't stop. When there's a chance later, I'll set up a table just to apologize to both of you. I hope Uncle Luo and Young Master Chu will honor me with your presence."

As his words ended and he bowed deeply, Liu Wei turned to walk away. Chu Mo hadn't spoken yet when, unexpectedly, Luo Hao suddenly said:

"Little Wei, you've truly grown up today. Don't be in a hurry to leave. Today, just sit here. I want to see who dares to make trouble in my Sky Garden."

With such words, it was clear Luo Hao was backing Liu Wei, a move that left the often-overlooked Liu Wei somewhat surprised. He turned his head again, looking at the smiling Luo Hao, and then his gaze settled on Chu Mo.

His mind quickly spinning, Chu Mo soon understood that Luo Hao's actions were not without reason. Like himself, the Luo family also intended to win over the Liu family.

The three great families of Capital City led by the Yang family meant that the Yang family dominated alone, with the Luo family struggling on. If the Liu family switched sides and allied with the Luo family, the Yang family, despite being one of the eight great families, would really not hold much advantage.

However, the strategic stance of Liu Ping, the Family Head of the Liu family, was to stick close to the Yang family, and he was unlikely to waver. Yet, as the sole heir, Liu Wei represented a perfect opportunity.

In the past, with his lack of interest in studying, no one paid much attention to Liu Wei. But now, with Liu Wei returning to the right path and as the sole heir of the Liu family, he was bound to rise powerfully. This was why Luo Hao, risking offending the powerful Wu family from the Northwest, was willing to firmly support Liu Wei.

The instant Chu Mo grasped Luo Hao's intention, he naturally wouldn't just watch from the sidelines. Thus, after nodding slightly, Chu Mo casually said:

"Young Master Liu, I believe I mentioned earlier that I want to purchase Mr. Luo's Sky Garden. From the moment Mr. Luo agreed to sell the Sky Garden to me for forty billion just now, this place has already become Capital City's third Longevity Club. Here in Longevity Club, without my permission, no one can cause a disturbance; otherwise, they would be challenging my bottom line.

"The consequences will be severe."

Chu Mo's calm words fell, and Liu Wei, whose face was originally pale, slightly flushed with acknowledgment; he naturally understood that Chu Mo intended to protect him.

Liu Wei was no fool; he naturally knew that both Luo Hao and Chu Mo stood by his side not without reason. Likewise, at this point, he had already stepped into a vast chess game where he had become a mere pawn for the two powerful figures in front of him.

However, Liu Wei harbored no dissatisfaction or resentment because he likewise understood that not everyone had the opportunity to become a pawn. Only by becoming a pawn could he advance step by step, ultimately pressuring the enemy's stronghold, and from a pawn transform into the master playing the chess from behind.

Swallowing lightly and taking a deep breath, Liu Wei quietly resumed his original seat.

Although the seat remained unchanged, Liu Wei clearly felt that from this moment on, he had sided with Mr. Chu of the Capital City, and the arrangement that his father had led in Capital City for many years would begin to crumble from this moment on.

Despite maintaining his composure outwardly, his heart was already surging with emotions within.

The group of young elites from the northwest obviously did not recognize Chu Mo and Luo Hao at first glance; they merely saw these two men speaking casually, which oddly resulted in their archenemy, Liu Wei, quietly sitting down.

According to the gentleman's agreement between them, the losing party should retreat thrice from the presence of the winners.

Now, Liu Wei's behavior clearly seemed deceitful.

For a group concerned with reputation, this was nothing short of a grave dishonor.

Even before the blonde-haired young man could bark, a muscular, tall man immediately shouted, "Lil' Wei, are all people from Capital City as untrustworthy as you? I think you better go home and call your dad to sort this out for you...!"

The tall young man's words became more and more piercing and insulting. Not just a proud second-generation youth, even an ordinary person would boil with rage upon hearing them; surprisingly though, Liu Wei showed no signs of irritation.

He appeared indifferent, observing the other party's every move as a spectator, even managing to slightly raise his eyebrows at Wu Nianhua, who led the others.

Seeing that words had no effect, the fiery group of second-generation youths couldn't restrain themselves any longer. Counting on their numerical advantage, several burly young men immediately charged forward, clearly intending to resolve the conflict through violence.

However, all previous provocations had not escalated to physical violence, so the hidden bodyguards were merely observing. But as the opposite party made their move, the nature of the situation changed drastically. When the blonde-haired youth smashed a wine bottle on the table, Chu Mo finally took action.

With a subtle nod from Chu Mo, the dozens of vigilant bodyguards around sprang into action. In just an instant, Lei Ting, who was particularly tall, appeared right before Chu Mo from a dozen meters away. No one could see how he made his move; in the next moment, the young men who had rushed forward were flung two meters away.

Dozens of A-grade bodyguards immediately encircled the group of second-generation elites. Only then did the now alarmed young men shift their gaze towards Wu Nianhua.

The third heir of the Northwestern Wu family looked grim but Chu Mo wasn't about to make things easy for him.

Lifting the teacup gently and casually swirling it, Chu Mo softly stated:

"So, the eldest young master of the Wu family is it? Daring to incite a disturbance in my Longevity Club, you won't need to leave either. Wait until your father, Wu Tongda, personally comes to Capital City to apologize; then you can go back!"