Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

114: Chapter 114 Do I look like I’m joking?”Even if your father were standing here, he would have to be polite to someone from the Su Family, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to remain President Ji.” Su Bai’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it strangely pierced through the noisy background music, drilling clearly into everyone’s ears.

”You fucking don’t recognize me?”

Swift and resolute.

Indeed, from finding Shen He to extracting the location, and then directly leading men to burst into this club to find the carousing Ji Bochang, Su Bai’s movements were startlingly fast, without the slightest hesitation.

He had no interest in playing games like warnings, negotiations, or slow torture.

Pulling up the grass by its roots.

This was one of the most practical lessons Su Bai had learned from the countless novels he had read before transmigrating.

For a nuisance like Ji Bochang—someone with a decent family background, a sinister mind, and a clear lack of vision and reverence—one should either not move at all or crush him to death immediately, giving him no chance to strike back, harbor a grudge, or constantly harass like a fly.

Showing mercy? That would only bring endless trouble to himself and those around him.

If this were a Protagonist’s script, dealing with a small boss of Ji Bochang’s level might require going through various twists and turns, face-slapping, reversals, and more face-slapping, dragging it out for dozens or even hundreds of chapters.

But Su Bai was not the Protagonist.

He was the Villain.

When a Villain does things, sometimes, they can be much more efficient.

The crisp sound of the wine bottle shattering was like a pair of scissors, abruptly cutting through all the noisy voices in the private booth. Someone hurriedly fumbled to stop the deafening music, while the ambiguous rotating lights continued to spin on their own, only illuminating faces filled with terror and confusion. The original laughter and playing came to a screeching halt, replaced by a deathly tension.

Su Bai turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the group of girls huddled in the corner, dressed scantily with their makeup ruined by fear. He waved his hand casually, his tone as flat as if he were ordering a waiter to serve a dish: ”Didn’t I tell you? Keep playing, keep the music going.”

With this malevolent deity speaking, who dared not listen?

But who would actually dare to play?

The girls looked at each other, huddled together, gripping the microphones in their hands tightly, yet not even daring to let out a whimper.

They froze in place, unable to move forward or back, as if nailed to the luxurious background wall.

Just then, the heavy soundproof door of the booth was pushed open silently.

A woman wearing a wine-red velvet slip dress walked in gracefully.

The hem of her dress swayed, perfectly revealing one rounded shoulder and delicate collarbones.

She had long, lazy wavy hair that swayed gently with her steps, and large golden circular earrings hung from her earlobes.

Her makeup wasn’t particularly heavy, except for her lips, which were painted a full and striking bright red.

In terms of figure and appearance, she fit the Fatty’s aesthetic standards quite well.

”Oh my, Young Master Su has graced us with his presence, why didn’t you notify me in advance? Look at this mess~” The woman’s voice carried a deliberately elongated, charming lilt, and her smile was impeccable, as if the scene before her was just a slightly overboard joke.

Her gaze drifted, and when it landed on the wretched Ji Bochang—kneeling on the floor with blood trickling from his forehead—her smile didn’t change at all, though a flash of calculation seemed to flicker deep within her eyes.

”Who are you?” Su Bai lifted his eyelids and looked at this uninvited woman, his tone devoid of any politeness.

”I am the owner here, Chu Ci.” The woman—Chu Ci—stepped toward Su Bai in her stiletto heels, her posture graceful. She maintained a perfect distance, neither too close nor too distant.

She tilted her head slightly, glanced at Ji Bochang’s miserable state, and returned her gaze to Su Bai’s face. Her smile remained bright as she asked tentatively, ”What... could have made Young Master Su so angry? Look at how the boy has been beaten.”

”Does it have anything to do with you?” Su Bai asked back, leaning back into the soft sofa in a relaxed posture.

”Look at what you’re saying,” Chu Ci covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes shimmering with a hint of feigned grievance.

”I’m running a business here, and I value harmony and prosperity. If you act like this... what if you scare all the customers away? How will I keep my shop open in the future?” She spoke with trepidation, but in her exquisitely painted eyes, there was an unusual calm, even a bit of interested scrutiny.

As she spoke, she naturally sat down on the armrest of the single sofa next to Su Bai, close enough for him to smell the unique scent she carried—a mix of high-end perfume and a faint hint of tobacco.

Su Bai turned his eyes, his gaze landing exactly on her right arm resting casually on the armrest.

On the outside of her forearm was a tattoo—not the usual flowers, beasts, or text, but an abstract, twisted geometric pattern. It was a complex design resembling both an eye and a vortex, colored in dark indigo and ink black, with subtle red shading at the edges.

It was strange and carried an ominous vibe.

”A tattoo,” Su Bai raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving from the pattern to Chu Ci’s face. His tone didn’t reveal whether it was admiration or irony. ”Quite unique. Are you in the underworld?”

”How could that be! Young Master Su really knows how to joke~”

Chu Ci seemed amused by his words, laughing so hard she trembled. She even reached out with a hand painted with matching nail polish and lightly patted Su Bai’s forearm with a hint of intimacy that wasn’t too overbearing.

”It’s just that I was young and foolish, thought it looked good and got it tattooed blindly. It hasn’t been erasable for a long time.” She skillfully avoided the question of the tattoo’s meaning and shifted the conversation back to the trouble at hand.

”Mainly, Young Master Ji usually spends quite a bit here; he’s a VIP customer, and his prepaid membership fees are quite substantial... Young Master Su, look, if you’ve vented your anger enough, how about I move you to the top-tier private booth? A new batch of fine wine just arrived, and I’ll call a few of the most sensible girls to accompany you. I guarantee you’ll have a great time tonight and cool down, how about it?”

She lowered her posture significantly, yet her words were subtly pleading for Ji Bochang, her tactics very smooth.

Following her words, the corners of Su Bai’s mouth curled slightly, as if he were truly moved.

But that smile was gone in an instant, so fast it seemed like an illusion.

His face quickly returned to a rippleless calm. His speaking speed was neither fast nor slow, clear enough for everyone in the booth to hear:

”No need to bother. I came here to take his life.”

The carefully maintained, charming, and flattering smile on Chu Ci’s face froze instantly.

The corners of her mouth remained upturned, but the mirth in her eyes vanished as quickly as a receding tide.

She blinked, her thick eyelashes trembling for a moment, and then she forced out an even more strained smile, her voice softening further with a coaxing tone:

”Young Master Su... This, this joke you’re making... With so many people watching here, it’s not very good...”

”Do I look like I’m joking?” Su Bai spoke again.