Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 1442 - 1441: Crossdressing Boss

Chapter 1442: Chapter 1441: Crossdressing Boss

Su Yang was speechless for a moment. Lü Donglin, normally so sharp, how could he get so dizzy from a single compliment by this Drunken Monk? A place like this—is it somewhere you can just stroll into because you’re good-looking? Look at me—I’m so handsome, did I run in there?

Drunken Monk and Su Yang followed Lü Donglin all the way to a desolate corner, where they finally stopped.

"Damn it, you conniving drunk! You set me up!" Lü Donglin blurted out. "Once I got in there, the women didn’t even bother to see what I looked like! They just started screaming right away."

"Really?" Drunken Monk appeared intrigued. "I thought women liked handsome guys? Maybe you’re just not handsome enough?"

"Get lost!" Lü Donglin retorted irritably. "Now what do we do? Hey, are you sure your junior is even in there? I checked; there’s no place to hide in there. Where could he possibly be?"

"He’s definitely in there. I can feel his presence," Drunken Monk asserted.

"Then why don’t you just go outside and shout for him? Tell him to come out directly," Su Yang suggested.

"No way!" Drunken Monk shook his head.

"Why not?" Su Yang asked, puzzled.

"If he walks out of there and people find out he was peeping, where’s his dignity?" Drunken Monk explained.

"Come on! He’s already doing something like that and he still cares about dignity?" Su Yang exclaimed in disbelief.

"What about *my* dignity?" Drunken Monk glared. "If people know he’s associated with me, how could I face anyone after this?"

Su Yang was once again rendered speechless. This Drunken Monk’s train of thought truly defied comprehension.

"Stop spouting nonsense and think of a way to get him out of there!" Lü Donglin said impatiently. "Once we find him, we can hurry back to drink!"

Hearing the word "drink," Drunken Monk’s spirits immediately lifted. He licked his lips and whispered, "How about this—we knock everyone in there unconscious?"

"Get lost!" Lü Donglin promptly shut him down.

After thinking for a moment, Su Yang said, "I might have an idea!"

"What’s your idea?" the other two asked eagerly.

Without answering, Su Yang walked straight to the dressing room door and suddenly shouted, "Fire! Fire! Oh no, there’s a fire! The flames are about to reach the dressing room! Run for your lives!"

"Fire?"

"Oh my gosh, where?"

"Outside! The fire’s almost at the dressing room! Hurry and run!"

"What, really? No wonder it feels so hot in here! Wait, let me grab my clothes..."

"Who cares about clothes when your life’s in danger?"

"Run! Hurry up!"

Moments later, a group of girls screamed as they fled the dressing room. Naturally, most of them weren’t wearing much, creating quite the, er, eye-catching scene.

Standing at the dressing room door, Drunken Monk clasped his hands together and murmured repeatedly under his breath, "Amitabha, Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin!"

Before long, nearly everyone had run out of the dressing room. Finally, a tall girl emerged—but she was fully dressed. It seemed she’d taken her time putting on extra layers.

At that moment, Drunken Monk suddenly extended his arm and grabbed the girl’s wrist.

The panicked reaction he had anticipated didn’t occur. Instead, the girl tugged forcefully, taking Drunken Monk with her.

"What the hell? So strong?" Su Yang was dumbfounded.

Lü Donglin immediately stepped in, grabbing the girl’s other arm. Together with Drunken Monk, they dragged her toward Su Yang, left and right.

Now able to see clearly, Su Yang realized—what girl? Thick eyebrows, square face... this was clearly a *man*!

"Junior Brother! Why are you running?" Drunken Monk scolded.

"Master, you’ve got the wrong person..." the man said in a shrill voice.

Lü Donglin wasted no words—he grabbed the guy’s hair and yanked. A shiny bald head was revealed beneath the wig.

"Damn!" the man cursed, finally losing patience. "Master Lü, can’t you give this poor monk a little dignity?"

As he spoke, he casually threw the wig back on.

"Enough chit-chat..." Lü Donglin began, but just then, shouting erupted from behind them.

"Who yelled fire?"

"Dammit, who’s causing trouble? All the models ran off. How are we supposed to compete now?"

"It’s those three! Those three guys! The tall one even ran into the dressing room to watch us change clothes..."

"Stop them! Don’t let them get away!"

A group of seven or eight people screamed as they charged toward them.

Su Yang, Lü Donglin, and Drunken Monk exchanged a glance, then turned and bolted, dragging the bald monk with them.

It wasn’t that they were afraid of these people. Honestly, Su Yang could blow them away with a single breath. The key issue was—they were in the wrong this time. They totally didn’t have the moral high ground.

The bald monk, propped up between Drunken Monk and Lü Donglin, was carried along as they ran, while Su Yang covered the rear.

"Oh my gosh! They’ve kidnapped one of our models! Don’t let them escape! Quick, call security outside to block them!"

"I’m already calling! Security! Someone’s kidnapping a model—don’t let them get away..."

"Hurry! Hurry, catch them! What are you standing there for..."

Amid the chaos of frantic yelling, Su Yang and the others swiftly disappeared into the distance.

By the time the security guards rushed over, they found nothing. The scene was still a total mess.

Yet, to everyone’s astonishment, after counting heads, they realized no one was actually missing. But they had all clearly seen those three guys taking off with one of the models. What on earth was going on?

This incident quickly turned into a cold case. Some of those present even ended up seeing therapists later, wondering if they had hallucinated or seen a ghost!

Su Yang and the others dragged the monk all the way back to the Shen Family Courtyard.

Once there, Lü Donglin unceremoniously dumped the monk onto the ground. The monk sat up, looking disgruntled. "Master Lü, you’re so rough!"

"Cut the nonsense!" Lü Donglin threw a bundle of clothes at the monk’s face. "Hurry up and change your clothes. Just looking at you, I feel the urge to hit you!"

"Young man, don’t be so hot-tempered," the monk said leisurely. Nonetheless, he quietly got up and changed.

Once the monk had swapped back into his monk robes and removed the wig, Su Yang finally got a clear look at him.

He was taller than Drunken Monk and much more handsome. If it weren’t for him being a monk, just his looks alone could’ve landed him a career in showbiz.

The monk sat down at the table in a grand gesture after changing clothes and waved his hand. "Hurry up, hurry up, get me something to eat. This poor monk is starving!"

"Starving?!" Drunken Monk looked astonished. "Didn’t we just pass dinner not long ago?"

"Don’t even ask. I’ve been trailing that model group all day—I didn’t even get breakfast!" the monk said hurriedly. "So, hurry, please!"