Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

94: Foreign mercenary, Chen Hu[Young Master Zhou’s swagger deserves a nine out of ten. I’m taking off one point so you don’t get too arrogant and float off into outer space!]

[Although I’m still really worried, why is the corner of my mouth curving upwards too?]

[Say no more, I’m already looking forward to it! Go, Young Master Zhou, go!]

The sentiment in the bullet screen comments instantly shifted from worry to eager anticipation for drama.

Now that’s more like it.

A stream about resolving disputes should have this kind of flavor.

Zhang Ze turned off the bullet screen interaction and focused completely on his immediate surroundings.

Star Dream Gathering.

The neon sign at the entrance of the bar flickered with a suggestive pink glow.

Two scantily clad hostesses saw Zhang Ze’s attire and the faint outline of the ferrari behind him, and their eyes widened instantly.

”Handsome, are you alone?”

One of them actively pressed close to him, her perfume so strong it was suffocating.

Zhang Ze didn’t even glance at her and walked straight inside.

The girl was rebuffed, her smile briefly freezing before she immediately put on a professional smile for the next customer.

Stepping inside the bar, a murky air—a mix of alcohol, tobacco, perfume, and hormones—rushed over him.

On the dance floor, countless young bodies twisted wildly beneath the psychedelic lights, like a boiling pot of concentrated desire.

In the booths, men and women whispered to each other, occasionally erupting in suggestive laughter.

The entire world seemed intoxicated.

A waiter spotted him and immediately jogged over.

”Hello, sir, how many in your party?”

Zhang Ze pulled a black card from his pocket and flashed it in front of the waiter.

The waiter’s eyes instantly widened.

”Esteemed guest! Please follow me! The best table is always reserved for you!”

His attitude instantly changed from respectful to fawning.

Zhang Ze was led to a booth with the best possible view.

It was slightly elevated, offering a view of most of the dance floor while maintaining a degree of privacy.

”Bring me the most expensive bottle of liquor you have here.”

Zhang Ze crossed his legs and leaned back lazily on the sofa.

”And call two... never mind, don’t bother.”

He waved his hand.

”I don’t care for the common trash here.”

The waiter bowed and backed away, muttering internally that this was just another young master out to experience life.

Soon, a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne worth six figures was respectfully delivered.

Zhang Ze didn’t even look at it, just waved his hand.

”Just leave it there.”

His attention was no longer on these superficial matters.

[Eagle Eye Vision, activate.]

He muttered silently in his mind.

Buzz.

The entire world instantly changed in his field of vision.

The noisy music and human voices seemed to be separated by a thick layer of glass, becoming distant.

The flashing lights traced clear paths in his eyes.

The movements of the twisting crowd on the dance floor seemed to slow down by half a second.

Every person’s expression, every subtle movement, was laid bare.

He saw young people conducting drug deals in the corner.

He saw a man at the bar secretly pouring a small packet of white powder into the drink of the girl next to him.

He also saw a greasy middle-aged man in a booth slipping his hand inside the clothing of the girl beside him.

This place was even filthier than he had imagined.

His gaze, like the most precise radar, swept across the entire venue inch by inch.

He passed over the drunken patrons.

He passed over the waiters busy pushing drinks.

He passed over the ordinary security guards who were bloated, vacant-eyed, and only fit for standing duty.

Then.

His gaze settled.

It was on an inconspicuous, shadowed corner beside the dance floor.

A man was standing there.

A man who seemed completely out of place with the entire bar’s atmosphere.

He wasn’t looking at the swaying figures on the dance floor, nor the extravagant decadence in the booths.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, but Zhang Ze could sense the terrifying power contained within them, ready to explode at any moment.

The most crucial thing was his eyes.

They were the eyes of a wolf.

Sharp, calm, and possessing the indifference that comes from countless battles.

It was as if all the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

He was merely executing a task.

The task of guarding a sheep pen.

Zhang Ze focused his mind on this man.

The next second.

A data panel, visible only to him, slowly appeared above the man’s head.

[Target: Chen Hu.]

[Identity: Star Dream Gathering Security Department Team Leader.]

[Resume: Former ’Blood Wolf’ Special Forces team member, forcibly discharged due to severe disciplinary violation. Subsequently served as a senior mercenary for the ’Blackwater’ Security Company in the Middle East for five years, proficient in free combat, Israeli self-defense techniques, and CQB close-quarters combat. Skilled in using various standard rifles such as the AK series and M4 series, as well as various pistols and submachine guns. Possesses professional-level understanding of the manufacture and disposal of improvised explosive devices.]

[Specific Character Information: ...]

[Overall Danger Rating: Extremely Dangerous.]

The corners of Zhang Ze’s mouth curled up uncontrollably.

The King of Soldiers!

A troublesome individual expelled for ”severe disciplinary violation,” a ruthless man who had survived five years of bullets and blades.

Dragon Raises Head’s intelligence only stated that he was a chief thug.

He hadn’t expected this fish to be even bigger than he imagined!

Zhang Ze picked up the expensive glass of champagne and raised it remotely in Chen Hu’s direction, across half the dance floor.

Chen Hu’s pupils contracted slightly.

He felt that gaze.

He remained expressionless, merely tilting his head slightly and engraving Zhang Ze’s appearance deeply into his mind.

An ostentatiously dressed rich second generation who looked incapable of fighting back.

But why did he feel like he was being targeted by a powerhouse?

Chen Hu couldn’t figure it out.

But he trusted his intuition.

This was experience he had summarized countless times after crawling out of piles of dead bodies.

Zhang Ze put down his glass and stood up.

He did not walk toward the dance floor, nor the bar counter.

He walked unhurriedly straight toward Chen Hu’s location.

The bullet screens in the live stream instantly erupted.

[Holy cow! What is Young Master Zhou doing?!]

[He’s going straight in? That’s ballsy!]

[Who is that standing in the corner? He looks so fierce!]

[Young Master Zhou, don’t be rash! That guy clearly isn’t someone to mess with!]

The security guards in the bar also noticed the actions of this ”esteemed guest.”

A few guards exchanged glances, preparing to step forward and inquire.

Chen Hu, however, raised a hand, making a gesture to stop them.

He wanted to see what tricks this interesting rich second generation wanted to pull.

Zhang Ze walked up to Chen Hu.

There were only three steps separating the two men.

”You, come with me for a moment.”

He pointed toward a dark corridor nearby that led to the back area.