Chapter 134: Deliberately Picking a Fight

Wang Xing stood up and glanced at the chubby director not far away. He did indeed look rather familiar, and Wang Xing recalled having heard quite a few stories about him in the past. A good number of Hong Kong's female celebrities had been launched by him. With his tiny, squinting eyes, he always wore an expression that practically screamed for a beating.

"Alright, I agree to your terms," Wang Xing answered crisply and directly. He then grabbed the blonde-haired youth and walked over. Reaching the director's side, Wang Xing suddenly raised his hand and gave the fat director a resounding smack right on the head, producing a remarkably crisp and satisfying sound.

"Damn it, fatty Wen, I've finally found you! When are you going to return the five thousand bucks you owe me?"

Everyone present was startled and dumbfounded, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads. The chubby director, in particular, was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. Feeling utterly wronged, he turned his head to look at the fierce-looking Wang Xing and stammered, "My friend, you've hit the wrong person! I'm no fatty Wen! Do me a favor and look closely before you start swinging. Seriously, what kind of people are these?"

Wang Xing widened his eyes, putting on an embarrassed expression. "My bad. I'll make sure to look closely next time before I hit."

At this moment, the blonde youth chimed in with perfect coordination, "Brother Xing, this dead fatty is definitely lying to you. I can tell he's the one for sure, he's just refusing to admit it."

As soon as the chubby director heard this, his face drained of color and a deep sense of foreboding washed over him. But it was already too late; without a moment's hesitation, Wang Xing delivered another heavy smack.

With a loud *clank*, the chubby director clutched his head, where a small bump had already sprouted. Facing so many friends from the entertainment industry, he felt both humiliated and furious. Yet, seeing the fierce and menacing appearance of Wang Xing and the blonde, he dared not throw a tantrum, fearing that getting beaten half to death by the pair right then and there would be a terrible bargain.

"Why did you hit me again? You just admitted you hit the wrong person!"

Wang Xing replied with a righteous and unyielding air, "My brother just said you are the guy! Damn it, this dead fatty is still trying to fool me."

The blonde youth continued, "You've definitely got to be fatty Wen! You're just as ugly as him, with the same lecherous eyes and the exact same punchable face."

If the chubby director still hadn't realized by now that they were deliberately picking a fight, he truly would have been born with a pig's brain. As a well-known major director in Hong Kong after all, his temper finally flared up.

"Friends, when on earth have I ever offended you? I'm not someone you can just push around!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Wang Xing suddenly leaped into the air and delivered yet another fierce blow, striking the exact same spot as before. This caused the bump to swell up several times larger instantly, resembling a small horn sprouting from his head.

The chubby director was in so much pain that tears almost fell from his eyes. Leaving behind a fierce threat of "You wait," he walked off to the side. Standing over there were a few bouncers who appeared to run the Prince Nightclub, and they seemed quite familiar with him, cheerfully greeting him as he approached.

After the chubby director muttered a few words to them, a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader immediately waved his hand, quickly summoning nearly ten more men. The whole group marched over with aggressive momentum.

"You two have quite some nerve! Didn't even bother to polish your eyes before daring to come make trouble at the Prince Nightclub." The middle-aged man glared straight at them, putting on an extremely arrogant stance.

Wang Xing wore an utterly innocent expression as he spoke, "We're with Young Master Deng! This dead fatty owes me five thousand bucks—what's wrong with tracking him down to collect my money?"

"You're people belonging to Young Master Deng?" The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, and the chubby director was equally startled. As a renowned director in Hong Kong, he naturally knew the names of high-society figures.

As luck would have it, the mama-san from earlier happened to be walking past. Wang Xing immediately grabbed her over and said, "If you don't believe me, ask the mama-san what kind of relationship we have with Young Master Deng."

The middle-aged man immediately shifted his gaze to the mama-san. Having no idea what was actually going on, the mama-san replied with utmost innocence and directness, "Aren't you guys good friends and good brothers with Young Master Deng? I just saw you all together a moment ago!"

The chubby director turned his brain frantically in circles, yet still could not figure out why Young Master Deng would want to make trouble for him. Could it be that he was simply too handsome and had provoked Deng's jealousy? That clearly seemed unrealistic.

Unwilling to offend Young Master Deng, the middle-aged man uttered a few perfunctory remarks about how they shouldn't cause trouble here and make things difficult for the staff, and then he left.

Rubbing the massive lump on his head with a helpless expression, the chubby director returned to his seat. Meanwhile, Wang Xing and the blonde youth—those two partners in crime—returned to their booth with triumphant grins, prompting everyone else to give them approving thumbs-up.

Liu Yan, in particular, immediately planted a fiery, passionate kiss on Wang Xing's face, pressing her ample, snowy breasts tightly against him to create an expansive flash of white skin, as if they were about to burst right out of her dress.

Afterwards, everyone departed, each with a young beauty in tow. When they happened to pass by the chubby director's table, they bumped into him once again. Chen Liu suddenly pointed at the giant bump on his head and giggled.

"My, what a huge lump on his head."

At that moment, the chubby director genuinely wished he could find a dog hole and crawl right into it. However, when he caught sight of Liu Yan intimately clinging to Wang Xing's arm, everything instantly clicked. Not long ago, he had engaged in a passionate affair with this sexy second-tier actress, only for things to turn sour in the end—to the point that he had even managed to get her manager hospitalized.

Gazing at Liu Yan's retreating back, his eyes locked firmly onto her full, round, and perky buttocks as he cursed viciously, "Bitch, I should have shoved it up your rear end the last time instead of letting you get away with hiring people to fix me."

After dropping Chen Liu off downstairs, Chen Erpao couldn't resist following her up. Having already been thoroughly stirred up by this little vixen back at the nightclub, he now had a top-tier fire extinguisher right in front of him—how could he possibly not make use of it?

Once inside, Chen Liu tossed out a charming, seductive line: "Wait for me, I'm going to take a shower first."

Chen Erpao reclined comfortably on the sofa and lit a cigarette. Through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, he could vaguely discern her graceful, curvaceous figure. Compared to Wang Xuemei, she possessed an even richer, more mature feminine allure.

At that moment, a snow-white arm as smooth as a lotus root reached out from behind the door, curling a single finger in a beckoning motion.

Chen Erpao couldn't help a quiet chuckle, feeling as though this exact scene had been lifted straight out of some movie. It also made him realize why men liked to keep mistresses on the side; yet for him, Chen Liu was much more than just a mistress.

He quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his robust muscles and well-defined lines, and strode into the bathroom. Chen Liu was completely naked, her flawless white body glistening with crystal-clear droplets of water. Her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and her enchanting face exuded an infinite, irresistible temptation. In no time at all, two blazing bodies melted tightly together.