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

115: Chapter 115 I’ll make you mop the floor”This...”

The smile on Chu Ci’s face completely crumbled.

Having operated in this territory for many years, she had seen all sorts of people, from the dregs of society to high-ranking officials. She prided herself on her smooth tactics and her ability to navigate any situation.

No matter what they were like in private, those who came here to play would usually show her, the boss, some modicum of respect on the surface.

But this Young Master of the Su Family, whom she was meeting for the first time, acted with such perverse violence. He completely ignored the usual rules of engagement, not even bothering with basic pleasantries, and laid his bloodiest intentions bare on the table.

”Swoosh—!”

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp.

Su Bai didn’t even look at Chu Ci again. He casually snatched a glass bottle with half its wine remaining from the coffee table and swung his arm in an arc.

The wine bottle left his hand, carrying a dull whistling sound, and with unerring precision, it once again struck Ji Bochang’s slumped head in the corner!

”Bang!”

With a muffled thud, the glass shattered. Wine mixed with the still-wet blood, trickling down Ji Bochang’s hair and cheeks.

As for Ji Bochang himself, he swayed slightly like a puppet with its strings cut, yet he didn’t even let out a groan.

He had already fallen into a deep coma from the previous assault and was now oblivious to pain, simply letting his body slump there like a character in a game with their pain receptors turned off.

”Young Master Su,” Chu Ci’s face darkened completely, and she could no longer force even a hint of a smile.

She sat up straight, her voice carrying a note of warning. ”A City is neither too large nor too small; we’re bound to run into each other eventually. Doing things too excessively benefits no one. Why escalate things to an irredeemable point over a worthless playboy?”

As her voice trailed off, the half-closed door of the private booth was pushed wide open.

Accompanied by heavy, chaotic footsteps, a dozen men in black tank tops, showing off lean muscles and fierce expressions, filed in, quickly blocking the doorway and the surrounding space.

Although they didn’t have any visible weapons, their hostile glares were fixed on Su Bai and the few bodyguards he had brought. The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, the air thick with the smell of imminent conflict.

”Heh,” Su Bai finally turned his head to look Chu Ci in the eye. There wasn’t a trace of fear in his gaze; instead, it was filled with the hostility of someone who had been offended. ”Holy shit, playing this game with me? You’re threatening me?”

”I’m merely offering some well-intentioned advice. I hope Young Master Su can consider this calmly.”

Sitting beside Su Bai, Chu Ci’s tone regained a level of composure, even carrying a faint hint of firmness.

”Slap—!!!”

A crisp, loud slap suddenly rang out in the silent booth, drowning out all other faint sounds.

Su Bai’s movement was as fast as lightning, without any warning.

He suddenly raised his hand and delivered a solid slap to Chu Ci’s exquisitely made-up face!

The force was so great that Chu Ci stumbled and fell to the side, her meticulously styled hair instantly becoming a mess.

She crashed awkwardly against the edge of the coffee table piled with wine bottles, her arm sweeping across and knocking over a collection of glassware.

Amidst the clattering sounds of shattering, multicolored liquids spilled out, flowing across the floor and splashing onto Su Bai’s previously clean pant legs.

Chu Ci groaned. Her cheek swelled up at a visible rate, and a streak of striking blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her carefully applied lipstick was smeared, staining her mouth and chin red, making her look incredibly disheveled.

”Sister Chu!”

”You’re fucking dead!”

Seeing this, the group of tough guys at the door looked ready to burst with rage, roaring as they prepared to charge.

However, Uncle Fu, who was standing by the door, was even faster than them!

This old butler, who usually kept his head down and acted like a shadow, suddenly exploded with astonishing power.

He stepped forward like a ghost and, with a seemingly casual extension of his foot, precisely tripped the lead brute by the ankle.

The man’s forward momentum was instantly halted. Losing his balance, he cried out as he tumbled forward.

Without even glancing at the fallen man, Uncle Fu’s left hand shot out like lightning. His fingers formed a claw, grabbing the short hair of another brute who was throwing a punch and yanking it down violently!

Simultaneously, his right knee slammed upward like a cannonball!

”Argh—!”

The sickening sound of impact and a scream rang out almost simultaneously.

The brute’s face took a solid hit from the knee strike. His nose collapsed, blood splattered, and he fell backward like a tattered sack.

Uncle Fu’s movements didn’t pause for a second, flowing like water.

Letting go, he stepped aside and twisted his waist, dodging a punch from the side. His elbow struck back like a sledgehammer, hitting another man squarely in the ribs.

The man instantly doubled over like a shrimp, curling up in agony.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The four or five fierce brutes who had charged first were now sprawled across the floor in a mess, groaning in pain and temporarily incapacitated.

Uncle Fu stood his ground, slightly adjusting his breathing. He patted his sleeves and calmly scanned the remaining thugs, who no longer dared to step forward easily.

As for Su Bai, from beginning to end, he hadn’t even turned his head to look at the fight behind him.

His gaze remained fixed on Chu Ci, who was struggling to stand up by leaning on the coffee table, half her face swollen and her eyes filled with shock and rage.

Su Bai casually pulled a large handful of tissues from the nearby box, crumpled them up, and held them out to Chu Ci.

Chu Ci covered her burning, stinging cheek with one hand, her eyes glaring intensely at Su Bai.

She reflexively reached out to take the wad of tissues. Just as her fingertips touched the soft paper, she seemed intent on wiping away the blood and lipstick seeping from the corner of her mouth.

However—

”Smack!”

Another merciless slap followed, this time to the back of her head. The force was significant, causing her head to jerk forward and her earrings to shake violently.

”I told you to fucking wipe the floor!”

Su Bai’s voice was cold. His gaze fell on the spreading mess of spilled wine and glass shards on the floor, specifically the spot where his pant leg had been splashed.

Chu Ci froze. The hand covering her face trembled slightly, and her other hand, holding the tissues, was stuck in mid-air.

A wave of humiliation instantly overwhelmed her.

Having dominated the entertainment scene and navigated both the legal and illegal worlds for so many years, when had she ever been treated like this?

Just then, a young girl in a club uniform rushed into the booth in a panic, practically crawling. Her voice was tearful as she cried out, ”Sister Chu! It’s bad! Outside... there are so many police officers! They’ve blocked all the doors! No one is allowed in or out. Guests can’t enter, and those inside can’t leave...”

She was halfway through her sentence when she finally saw the scene inside the booth, which was both tragic and bizarre—Sister Chu’s face was swollen and bloody, her appearance a mess;

A group of fierce thugs were either lying on the ground or cowering;

And in the corner lay Ji Bochang, covered in blood, his status unknown;

While the young man responsible for it all was leaning back on the sofa, looking over with a cold, detached gaze as if watching a play.

The rest of the girl’s words caught in her throat. Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.