The Strongest Dandy in the City
Chapter 71 - 71 71 Monkey in Trouble Seeking Recommendations

71: Chapter 71 Monkey in Trouble (Seeking Recommendations) 71: Chapter 71 Monkey in Trouble (Seeking Recommendations) After finishing the hot and sour soup, Ye Chenfeng and Tang Xin returned to the villa.

Watching Tang Xin enter her room, Ye Chenfeng made a phone call to Monkey, urgently needing his help with the upcoming product launch!

The call connected quickly, although the voice on the other end was blurry, as though Monkey was drunk: “Hello, who, who are you?

Don’t, don’t bother me, I don’t have time for you right now.”

“Monkey, what’s going on?” Ye Chenfeng frowned and asked.

“Boss?

Are you the boss?” Monkey’s voice was clearly muddled by alcohol.

Ye Chenfeng didn’t want to waste any more time talking.

He asked for Monkey’s location over the phone and then hurried out the door.

With Monkey in this state, it was impossible to get any clear information over the phone.

Besides, Ye Chenfeng genuinely regarded Monkey as a brother.

Hearing Monkey’s tone on the phone, he sensed something was wrong, so he had to go and see for himself.

Based on Monkey’s mumbled responses on the phone, Ye Chenfeng barely managed to determine that Monkey was at the Blue Sky Bar.

The Blue Sky Bar in Tianhai was a low-end club, teeming with a mixed crowd.

From what Ye Chenfeng remembered, the bars Monkey usually frequented were upscale spots in Tianhai.

This abnormal choice alone made Ye Chenfeng even more certain that Monkey was in some kind of trouble.

At that moment, the piercing music inside Blue Sky Bar roared loudly.

Men and women in the dance floor moved non-stop to the thumping music, dressed as if they were all prostitutes, with the men closing in on their targets, groping over the women’s bodies.

In the bar, this was quite normal.

Everyone was dancing in the middle of the dance floor, and you could even touch a few women you didn’t know.

The women who came to bars were of course very open, otherwise, why would they say if you’re looking for a one-night stand, go to a bar.

Sitting at a more secluded seat inside the bar, Monkey kept pouring mixed drinks into his mouth, sometimes missing his lips and drenching his clothes.

His whole shirt was soaked with alcohol.

Not far away, a woman with a so-so figure and heavy makeup eyed Monkey’s direction.

Next to her stood a bald man.

The woman whispered in the man’s ear, “Honey, looks like we could have a catch tonight.

See that guy with the monkey face?

He’s completely drunk.

I’ll go keep him company later and take the opportunity to extort some money from him.”

This pair was comprised of local riffraff and a tough cookie, who were known to extort money from others in the bar.

Nobody dared to speak up since it was rumored that the bald man’s brother was the leader of the Dragon Tooth Association.

The Dragon Tooth Association in Tianhai was at best a third-rate gang, with only three to four hundred members.

But even so, ordinary people couldn’t afford to offend them, and everyone followed the adage that losing money was better than inviting disaster.

If you got extorted, then so be it, as long as you were safe.

That was the mindset everyone adopted.

The heavily made-up woman, twisting her body that she thought was slender, sat down next to Monkey.

She raised her leg clad in red stockings and cooed in a whiny voice, “Hey handsome, why are you drinking alone?

Do you want me to keep you company?

I can satisfy you in every way!”

Monkey poured another mouthful of mixed drinks, the strong taste of alcohol spreading on his taste buds.

He looked up at the heavily made-up woman next to him and kicked her off the chair, shouting, “Go to hell, I never pay for hookers, and neither do I need any.

Go home, look in the mirror, and piss off.”

“Ouch~” The heavily made-up woman fell to the ground with a painful cry.

The bald thug who had been watching the scene hurried over, followed by four burly men.

With nine blue dragons tattooed on his bald head, the man walked up to Monkey with a fierce expression and said, “Bro, which group do you belong to?

Do you realize you just kicked my wife?

How do you think we should settle this?”

“Heh heh heh—” Monkey let out a laugh from his throat, pointing at the bald man, he asked, “She’s your wife?

You let your wife work as a prostitute?”

With a crisp “smack,” the bald man slapped Monkey across the face, cursing, “Damn it, won’t take you to see the coffin to shed tears, huh?

If you can cough up a hundred thousand today, I won’t hold it against you.”

A red handprint appeared on Monkey’s right cheek.

Still wearing a smile at the corner of his mouth, he didn’t pay any more attention to the bald man.

Picking up the mixed drink from the table in front of him, he poured another mouthful down his throat, his eyes filled with a certain pain.

“Don’t play the fool with me, kid.

You want a drink, don’t you?

I’ll make sure you get your fill.” The bald man picked up a bucket used for ice cubes, dumped all the ice out, then filled the bucket to the brim with liquor.

He ordered the four brawny men behind him, “Make sure he gets a good taste of a whole bucket.”

The four men, upon hearing the bald man’s order, showed a mocking smile and approached Monkey.

They grabbed his head and forced it down into the bucket full of liquor.

Monkey’s limbs immediately struggled, but his meager strength was no match against the four burly men.

His head was pushed into the liquid, and within moments, he found it hard to breathe, almost feeling suffocated.

Seeing Monkey’s struggles growing weaker, the bald man said, “Let him come up for air, don’t suffocate him to death.”

The four men lifted Monkey’s head out of the liquor.

His face was beet red, his eyes half closed, and his breath from his nostrils was very erratic.

The bald man, satisfied, patted Monkey’s cheek, asking, “How was it?

Want to enjoy some more?”

“Pft—” with that sound,

Monkey spat the mouthful of liquor he had been holding directly into the bald man’s face, slurring, “The liquor’s quite tasty.”

The bald man wiped his face, clearing the liquid off, and barked, “Give him some more ‘enjoyment’.”

Monkey’s face showed a wan smile as he murmured, “Drink to my fill while I have the wine.”

“Glub, glub, glub—”

No sooner had he spoken than Monkey’s head was pushed back into the bucket full of liquor.

“Didn’t you ask around about who I am?

Press him down to death,” the bald man’s forehead bulged with veins, clearly enraged by Monkey’s actions just now.

The commotion on Monkey’s side had attracted the attention of everyone in the bar, but no one dared to step in, not even the onlookers.

Even those who had no idea who the bald man was and initially wanted to play hero, after being reminded by those around them, all shrank back like frostbitten eggplants, completely deflated.