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Chapter 879 - Chapter 879 Chapter 879 Changing the Script

Chapter 879: Chapter 879: Changing the Script Chapter 879: Chapter 879: Changing the Script Feng Jun tossed and turned for a while and realized that he couldn’t pick out any “good merchandise” anymore, which made him very annoyed. He pulled out two bundles of cash from his handbag and slapped them onto the table; that was twenty thousand yuan.

He addressed the two hostesses, “You two go and help look around, see if there are any beauties idle, bring one over for five hundred. If I like the look of them and let them sit down, I’ll give you a thousand. But remember… I don’t accept any damaged goods.”

The two hostesses really wanted to earn this money–after all, their table fees were covered, and earning a bit more was a bonus. It would also be doing a favor for their sisters. However, there was a problem before them, “Big brother, it’s not the right time now. Our place may have many beauties…”

“Just pop into another spot,” Feng Jun dismissed the concern, “There are loads of customers drunk out of their minds here. What’s the big deal if a few come over and have a seat? I’m picky with who I entertain anyway.”

This request didn’t quite fit with the Elite Gathering’s image. Popping between scenes like that was what smaller venues did. However… there was no resisting the influence of money.

So, these two hostesses went out to pull in people. Before long, more hostesses, like starlings and swallows, fluttered in.

Feng Jun’s banknotes, in stacks of five hundred, began to dwindle, and after a long time, it finally decreased by a thousand all at once.

“There really aren’t any more,” the two hostesses begged for mercy, “Big brother, your standards are too high.”

“I just like things to come in pairs,” Feng Jun expressed his dissatisfaction, “Bring another one. If she can sit down… The introduction fee is two thousand.”

These two hostesses didn’t care; they’d already made quite a sum. The newcomer, who was more anxious, said, “I’ll give it another try.”

Eventually, the toxic hands reached for the neighboring room.

In fact, the Elite Gathering’s lobby attendants and team leaders knew that there were VIPs in that room. But the hostesses didn’t know it. With the prospect of making money and helping a friend earn more table fees, what’s not to like?

What happened next doesn’t need to be said. The hostesses certainly didn’t go to the lobby or to the supervisor; they just notified that room through princesses and young masters, to see who was willing to pop by.

The quality in the next room was indeed not bad. A hostess sneaked over, and Feng Jun immediately handed out the two thousand introduction fee.

Then, Feng Jun declared, concerning the Western liquors and such, “Just order whatever you fancy, whoever orders can count it as their achievement.”–Clearly, he was an experienced player.

The hostesses were ruthless and didn’t hold back, swiftly ordering over a hundred thousand yuan worth of Western liquor.

The situation led the supervisor to come over for a word, “Regarding the liquor you ordered, some are out of stock and need to be specially procured. How about… we settle part of it first?”

He knew the other party was someone who didn’t care about money, but now it was apparent he was drunk, and he had an unfamiliar face. To avoid hassle later, he wanted to test the paying capacity.

Feng Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His handbag was not large, containing only fifty thousand yuan. It wasn’t convenient to take money out of the storage bag, but luckily, Zhao Yuhai had three bank cards with passwords written on them, also noting the deposits–one million on each.

It’s uncertain whether these cards were gifts to Director Zhao or if they were meant to be given to someone else. Either way, Feng Jun swiped them without a tinge of remorse, “Settle it all. If we order more later, we can settle again… To spare you the worry that I’ll deny the bill when I’m drunk.”

This is exactly what a high-quality customer looks like.

Half an hour later, the last hostess to arrive mentioned that her dress had been stained with liquor and she needed to change her clothes, promising to come back soon–she just wanted to go to the neighboring room to attend to things for a bit since her table fee here was already secured.

Whether or not she would come back later was another story–Feng Jun might be wealthy, but right now, he had Zhao’s face and figure, which just didn’t pique the interest of the hostesses.

Feng Jun pretended not to care and waved a hand casually, but as soon as the woman left, he quickly stood up, looking like he was headed for the restroom by the room’s entrance. But once at the door, he spun around and yanked the room’s door open.

The hostess didn’t think much of it. If Feng Jun had insisted on accompanying her out, she would have courteously left the place and taken a round of the venue. Since he didn’t follow, she walked to the door of the neighboring room and pushed it open.

Bad luck would have it that just as her whole body hadn’t entered, Feng Jun opened the door and came out.

And that’s how the situation blew up. Feng Jun, playing the role of someone drunk, barged right in.

Young Master Dou was having a blast today. Having frequented private clubs during his time in Zhengyang, he grew tired of them, which is why he chose this venue–an equally top-notch place, albeit not members-only.

They were five in total: besides himself, there was a hanger-on, two bodyguards, and a local nobleman from Zhengyang.

The five of them had called for six hostesses, each to accompany two guests–the bodyguards didn’t count.

It was fine for one to step out to take care of some business, but for that to be fine upon return, and to bring another one in tow–what kind of etiquette was that?

The conflict erupted almost instantaneously.

Young Master Dou drank a fair amount but wasn’t overly intoxicated. Upon seeing Feng Jun, he was taken aback, “Fuck me, you are…”

“Get lost, Dou!” Feng Jun slurred his speech, “I’m in a good mood today and I don’t feel like dealing with you!”

“You’re nothing but a dog under those with the surname Wen!” Young Master Dou’s memory came flooding back. He couldn’t remember what Zhao Yuhai was called, but he recognized the face, “Little biang, try baring your teeth at me again?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Feng Jun took a step forward and grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor.

His plan was clear: provoke a conflict – after all the trouble he had gone to that evening, wasn’t a conflict the point?

Then he would knock them all to the ground, and afterward, he’d “accidentally” expose Young Master Dou to AIDS-infected blood.

All of this was orchestrated, albeit a bit complex, yet it was progressing toward that very goal.

However, what Feng Jun hadn’t anticipated was that as soon as he picked up the bottle, a bodyguard flicked his wrist and pulled out a gun.

The dark muzzle pointed right at Feng Jun, and the safety was swiftly clicked off; this was someone who would truly shoot.

Caught off guard, Feng broke out in a cold sweat and with a swift motion, slapped the gun out of the bodyguard’s hand. Unexpectedly, another bodyguard also drew a gun, aiming at him.

In the blink of an eye, Feng’s figure flashed, and in his hand appeared a gun as well – Director, the script must be changed now!

He was holding a Glock pistol, a trophy brought back from Siam, and without a second thought, he pulled the trigger.

Feng’s gun skills weren’t top-tier, but he had his fair share of gunfights. After reaching the Innate level, his physical coordination had improved immensely, not to mention he was now in the Heavenly Heart phase.

With one shot, he struck the bodyguard in the forehead, then quickly turned his wrist and, without thinking, shot Young Master Dou in the forehead too, followed by a backhanded shot that hit the other bodyguard’s neck.

Three silent but deadly shots in succession silenced the room. No one spoke, only the music from the speakers played on, “Come on, have fun, there’s plenty of time…”

But a second later, like a nest of wasps being disturbed, piercing screams filled the room. The girls who had been with Feng spilled out, collapsing onto the carpet, drenching it in a large wet patch.

Determined to finish what he started, Feng raised his hand and fired two more shots, killing the remaining two men. Amidst the screams of the women, he stepped forward to search through the men’s storage bags.

Gathering trophies was a good habit, but Feng was doing it to mislead the police – what good stuff could these guys possibly have in their bags?

The women kept screaming, so Feng raised his hand and shot at the chandelier, “Shut the hell up, you wanna die?”

Their screams stopped abruptly, while the music knew no fear and continued to play, “Come on, wander, there are plenty of directions…”

It took Feng roughly a minute to collect their storage bags before he casually returned to his room, smiling faintly, “Okay, that’s it for today, I need to leave.”

At this moment, the club’s security finally rushed over – Elite Gathering was a high-end establishment valuing privacy and boasting patrons of high caliber. Normally, the hallways were clear to not disturb the customer experience.

Hence, the security’s late arrival – aware of a shooting, they were hesitant to rush in, and instead shouted from outside the door, “Boss, what exactly happened here?”

What happened? Feng grabbed his own storage bag and his drinking glass, then with a burst of speed, shattered the room’s window and leapt out.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to shout, “The money on the table is for damages.”

He had taken out twenty thousand, and there should’ve been about four to five thousand left on the table, which he no longer intended to claim.

Feng had been on the third floor of a commercial building; with the first and second floors being quite high, it was probably more than ten meters to the ground. He rolled upon landing and then darted forward, disappearing into the vast night.

At that moment, the faint sound of police sirens wafted through the streets… It took only three or four minutes for the police to nearly arrive – a relatively quick response indeed.

In fact, police cars were a rare sight at Elite Gathering – as for the reason…well, was there any need to ask?

But today was different; a shooting had occurred. In Huaxia, knife assaults weren’t a big deal, but using a gun was a major crime, something that couldn’t just be hushed up.

Not to mention that, while Young Master Dou’s party hadn’t revealed their identities, their status as local gentlemen of prominence was known to Elite Gathering, which recognized them as esteemed guests. Now that these guests had been shot, who would dare cover it up?

At this point, Elite Gathering’s reputation was irrelevant. Five people had been gunned down, and a suspension for reorganization was inevitable, regardless of who showed up – at the very least, this was a scene of a homicide.

After the police arrived, they first inspected the scene before calling colleagues from the technical department for support – this wasn’t something an ordinary police station could handle.

However, rather than asking about how the incident happened, their first question was, “These deceased… what are their identities?”

Although it seemed an odd approach, it was actually the most appropriate reaction under the circumstances. With the sky practically pierced open by the incident, if the victims’ identities weren’t overly sensitive, there might be a way to mitigate the impact…