Urban Supreme Evil Young Master

Moments later, twenty-one bottles of Royal Salute were opened right in front of Lu Yu and Young Master Wen Yuan, and instantly, the unique aroma of the whiskey wafted out.

Looking at the opened Royal Salute before him, Lu Yu grabbed two classic glasses, filled them to the brim, and with unusual bravado said to Young Master Wen Yuan in front of him, ”Young Master Zhou, I am delighted to meet you today. I’ll down this, you do as you please!”

As he spoke, Lu Yu tilted his head back and drained the glass completely.

Lu Yu appeared to be a rich second-generation with too much money to spend, and seemed to have no scheming mind, like a naive novice.

But Marcus, standing by, knew just how terrifying Lu Yu truly was.

Only Marcus was aware that all the apparent absurdity was a scheme set by Lu Yu, a plot designed to entice Young Master Wen Yuan to take the bait!

The Zhou Family is exceptionally powerful, and even though Zhou Fengming is currently occupied with Dongdao Group, their deep-seated roots and four elite guards mean headstrong aggression won’t work.

But if someone could collaborate and assist Lu Yu from the inside, then success would be within reach!

And right here stood Young Master Wen Yuan, who is lazy and has conflicts with Zhou Xianrong, making him the perfect candidate!

It was precisely due to this that Lu Yu crafted this scheme based on information from the scout team, feigning as a brainless rich kid, to deceive Young Master Wen Yuan into falling into the trap.

Watching Lu Yu’s flamboyant chugging, the reckless aura within Young Master Wen Yuan instantly ignited.

He suddenly took up the glass in front of him and spoke to Lu Yu, ”All right, since Brother Lu Yu is so bold, I can’t back down. I’ll down this glass too!”

With that, Young Master Wen Yuan lifted his glass and tilted his head back, draining it completely.

Seeing Young Master Wen Yuan drink so enthusiastically, Lu Yu and Marcus exchanged a glance and revealed a subtle, meaningful smile, looking particularly deep.

Bang!

With a single motion, Young Master Wen Yuan drank the whole glass and then placed it on the table with a soft clink, appearing unruly.

”Good!”

Watching Young Master Wen Yuan, Lu Yu said, ”Young Master Zhou, you have quite the capacity for drinking. Come on, let’s have another round!”

As he spoke, Lu Yu picked up the oval-shaped bottle and slowly filled another glass for himself and Young Master Wen Yuan, raising his glass high as he said, ”Young Master Zhou, it’s said that true friendship means downing drinks in one gulp. How should we drink this?”

Lu Yu, having been wild in his youth, was quick with drinking persuasion phrases, showing off his expertise generously.

With his mind frustrated and no outlet, paired with Lu Yu uncorking twenty-one bottles of Royal Salute for his enjoyment, Young Master Wen Yuan felt thoroughly honored.

Therefore, Young Master Wen Yuan was on cloud nine now, already considering Lu Yu as family.

”Well said, Brother Lu Yu, tonight indeed feels like old friends reunited. This isn’t about duration, it’s about depth. For your sake, Brother Lu Yu, it certainly deserves a bottom-up!”

Together, Young Master Wen Yuan and Lu Yu clinked their glasses and tilted their heads back, draining them completely.

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After three rounds of drinks, with several glasses downed in one go, Young Master Wen Yuan was slightly tipsy. He looked at Lu Yu and said, ”Brother, honestly, there was something bothering me, but drinking with you relieved it greatly.”

Young Master Wen Yuan’s voice was somber, his tongue slightly thick, neither completely drunk nor completely sober, just the right amount.

Seeing Young Master Wen Yuan like this, Lu Yu couldn’t help but chuckle.

Drinking has three stages; the first one is the literary stage, where after a few drinks, you’re clear-headed but pretending to be deep, full of life’s reflections, going on endlessly.

The second stage is the martial stage, where after three rounds, the alcohol surges, and while the mind remains clear, under the influence, you’re bold and say whatever comes to mind.

The third stage is the fool stage, where alcohol numbs the brain, causing madness and stupidity—thinking oneself as the greatest, the world as second best—a truly dense state.

Now Young Master Wen Yuan is in the martial stage, conscious but saying whatever comes to mind, emotions running high, the perfect state for sowing discord.

With this in mind, Lu Yu’s expression changed, and he said to Young Master Wen Yuan, ”What’s troubling you, Brother Wen Yuan? Who in Jinling City would dare provoke you, Young Master Zhou?”

The weaker someone is, the more they care about face, so now Lu Yu subtly stoked Young Master Wen Yuan’s anger.

”Bah!”

Hearing this, Young Master Wen Yuan spat and said, ”What Young Master Zhou, still can’t compare to a foster son. It’s shameful to even talk about!”

As he spoke, Young Master Wen Yuan symbolically slapped his own face, seemingly very upset.

Seeing Young Master Wen Yuan’s appearance, Lu Yu feigned shock and said, ”Brother Wen Yuan, what’s going on? Tell me about it, I’ll cheer you up!”

With those words of Lu Yu, Young Master Wen Yuan felt like he’d found family, looking at Lu Yu, he poured himself a glass and began to vent his grievances, seeming very crude.

As Lu Yu listened intently, he nodded, appearing extremely earnest, with a chilly smirk inside.

Now, he merely wanted to stoke the fire within Young Master Wen Yuan.

With a little push, Young Master Wen Yuan could become his puppet!

After venting, Young Master Wen Yuan watched Lu Yu and said, ”Brother, it’s kind of you to listen to me, today’s the day I truly make you a friend!”

Hearing this, Lu Yu was pleasantly surprised, saying, ”Great, Brother Wen Yuan, since you regard me so highly, I won’t delay any longer. You’ve drank enough, I’ll have the butler find a place for you to rest, we’ll continue having fun tomorrow!”

”Good! Since you said so, your matters are my matters from now on!”

Hearing this, Young Master Wen Yuan said.

With these words, Lu Yu smiled, turned to Marcus, and said, ”Marcus, take Brother Wen Yuan back!”

”Yes, Young Master.”

With that, Marcus nodded and helped Young Master Wen Yuan towards the nearby hotel.

”You, come over here!”

Watching Young Master Wen Yuan being led away by Marcus, Lu Yu spoke to a nearby attendant.

”Young Master, what can I help with?”

Following Lu Yu’s extravagant display earlier, the attendant was particularly obsequious.

At his words, Lu Yu smiled slightly, and then took out two stacks of red banknotes, saying to the attendant, ”Find a nice ’princess’ and send her to Young Master Wen Yuan’s room. The rest is your tip.”

As he spoke, Lu Yu watched Young Master Wen Yuan leaving with Marcus, a faint, icy glint in his eyes.