Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 635 - 258: Counterattack
About the photo incident, Pello did not bring it up again after he came back, and Yan Wuxu did not take any initiative either. Her focus had already shifted to another business deal.
When Shang Yin saw the two cases full of cash before him, he was sitting in the VIP room of the bar, with several gorgeous ladies feeding him sliced fruit by his side.
Last time at the villa, after hearing Yan Wuxu’s explanation, Fei Qing had silently come to loathe Shang Yin to the bone. However, soothed by Yan Wuxu, he had no choice but to speak with forced flattery, humbly begging Shang Yin to transfer ownership of the bar to him.
"Mr. Fei is also a regular at this bar. With money, anyone can be the master of this bar and its women," Shang Yin said mockingly, joking with the women beside him, not even giving the two cases of cash a proper glance. What a joke. When he, Shang Yin, was extorting and kidnapping, Fei Qing was still wearing split-crotch pants. Now, he dares to try and bribe him with such a sum.
Fei Qing closed the cases with force, his delicate features twisting together, "Brother Shang, I’ll be straightforward with you. There are some things I don’t like to share with others. Be it the profits from selling drugs or your women, don’t expect to touch any of it anymore. Tonight, you have no choice but to sell this bar."
"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Fei, you’ve really lost your temper. Such trash commodities, and you treat them like treasures," Shang Yin nodded to the ladies beside him, signaling them to leave.
"I’ll tell you the honest truth, Shang Yin. My old man has already seen all the dirty dealings going on in this bar, he just hasn’t spoken out yet. Should an investigation begin, I have ways to keep Wuxu out of it. As for you, I can’t guarantee the same," Fei Qing knew it was time to brandish the influence of Mr. Fei, his father. With Mr. Fei’s career flourishing, holding both money and power, he didn’t believe Shang Yin would dare to cross him.
"Mr. Fei, we’re like brothers after all; there’s no need to harm our relationship over trivial matters. You want this bar, right? It’s not a big deal. Why bother with something vulgar like money? I’ll give it to you," Shang Yin pressed the service bell, and the public relations manager of the bar came in, laying the property transfer agreement on the table.
It was unclear whether Shang Yin was intimidated by Fei Qing’s words or was truly generous, but with a grand flourish, he signed his name on the agreement. After the signing, Shang Yin knew that lingering on another’s turf was unwelcome, so he left the private room.
In the main hall of the bar, the aroma of women’s perfume mingled with the scent of alcohol, muddling the senses of everyone present. Dozens of men and women writhed intensely, engaging in all manners of blush-inducing actions.
Their frenzy infected everyone in the bar; the DJ turned the volume to the maximum, and waves of heat and screams flooded the room. When Shang Yin left, true to his word, he didn’t even glance at the two cases of money, only exchanging a look with the public relations manager at the door.
After leaving the bar, the early spring night air was thick with mist, quickly dampening Shang Yin’s eyebrows and hair. He walked into an alley next to the bar, opening his car door.
Suddenly, five or six figures darted out from behind, and a burly man caught Shang Yin in a bear hug from behind.
Having experienced numerous crises, Shang Yin powered his shoulders, elbowing the attacker in the ribs. The man winced in pain, his grip loosening for a moment, allowing Shang Yin to break free.
Shang Yin often parked in this alley, a spot somewhat hidden. Initially disoriented in the smoky bar, his mind had short-circuited. However, in the blink of an eye, all his instincts had reawakened.
In the narrow alley, Shang Yin was being forced into a dead end. His best move would be to run out of the alley, but those muscular men were skilled at ambushing. Of the five or six men, two blocked the entrance, while the remaining four secured every possible escape angle.
"Who sent you? Fei Qing or Yan Wuxu," Shang Yin spat, the scar on his face turning sinister in the dark. If he had known, he would’ve carried a gun like Pello and killed these ambushing bastards himself. Now, he was trapped and overpowered.
All of these men were tall and sturdy, clearly well-trained. Now, in this kind of alley, Shang Yin couldn’t utilize his full range of motions.
