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Chapter 90 of 100

Chapter 90

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Luotai followed the direction of the sound and saw a crowd gathered on one side of the hall, with shouts of abuse coming from the crowd, indicating that there seemed to be some friction between two groups.

Since the matter had nothing to do with Luotai, and he found it quite normal for disputes to occur in nightclubs, he thought it was common for people who lived a nightlife to be anything but ordinary. Therefore, Luotai did not take the matter to heart and turned to leave.

He had not walked a few steps when the superhuman hearing granted by his skill, Flying Knife, suddenly picked up the sound of vomiting from the distant crowd. This made Luotai frown. Was a fight breaking out?

Unconsciously, he turned his head to look back. The crowd had parted to form a path, and a well-dressed middle-aged man was being kicked around on the ground, vomiting continuously as he rolled, his body covered in his own vomit, looking extremely wretched.

At this moment, Luotai's sympathy was aroused. The middle-aged man had clearly lost the ability to resist, yet the young men surrounding him continued to beat him relentlessly. This scene was indeed too much for Luotai to bear.

Luotai turned and approached the scene of the conflict, reaching out to grab the most aggressive young man, and said, "That's enough, enough. Keep this up and you'll kill someone. What kind of grudge do you have to beat someone to death?"

Luotai's words were reasonable, and even if the young men were unwilling to listen, they would not normally dare to provoke Luotai. However, the young man whom Luotai had grabbed turned his head, looked at Luotai, and slapped him, cursing, "Go to hell, who the hell are you?"

Luotai had come to mediate, but the young man's actions infuriated him. Without a word, he raised his hand and punched the young man in the shoulder, sending him spinning through the air and crashing to the ground.

This sudden turn of events made the young men who were beating the middle-aged man on the ground immediately erupt in chaos. They stopped paying attention to the middle-aged man and charged at Luotai with wild cries.

Luotai was about to fight them all when a stern voice suddenly rang out, "Stop it! Do you want to die? You dare to cause trouble here?"

Following this stern voice, Luotai saw Nose Ring and a few others emerge from a corridor.

Nose Ring was originally the bouncer of this nightclub. As soon as the conflict began, a waiter had run to inform him.

Hearing about the trouble, Nose Ring, who was already drunk, called two of his brothers and rushed out.

When Nose Ring saw that one of the troublemakers was Luotai, his eyes turned red, and he quickly ran to Luotai's side, asking in a low voice, "Brother Tai, did these little brats offend you?"

The young men who were about to attack Luotai were terrified when they saw Nose Ring speaking humbly to Luotai. Who was Nose Ring? He was the leader of the Seven Wolves in Dajing Street. The small-time hooligans in the area might not tremble at the mention of his name, but they would not dare to breathe a word in his presence.

Luotai ignored Nose Ring, just giving a light hum and then looking down at the middle-aged man still lying on the ground.

Seeing that Luotai was ignoring him, Nose Ring felt uneasy. He pulled over a waiter and asked about what had happened.

It turned out that the middle-aged man was at fault.

This man was a stranger, and none of the staff working today recognized him. They only knew that after he arrived, he booked a large private room by himself, did not call for any singing girls, and ordered a table full of drinks, singing and shouting all night.

When the man came out to pay, he might have been too drunk to control himself and suddenly vomited on the ground. At that moment, a few young men passed by, and two of them were splashed with vomit. The young men were upset and confronted the man, but before they could finish speaking, the man vomited again, splashing even more people. As a result, the man was beaten up.

Nose Ring understood the situation and realized that no one had directly offended Brother Tai. His heart immediately relaxed. He glared at the young men and kicked one of them, saying, "Damn, you've grown some balls, haven't you? You dare to lay a hand on my boss? Do you want me to cut off your hands one by one?"

The crowd, who had already been surprised by Nose Ring's behavior towards Luotai, now heard him acknowledge Luotai's identity and looked at the squatting Luotai with awe.

Brother Tai was too powerful. The Seven Wolves had been rampant in Dajing Street for five or six years, and even the authorities did not dare to underestimate them. Now, the arrogant Seven Wolves suddenly had a new boss.

Everyone tried to memorize Luotai's face, not to seek a connection with Brother Tai, but at least to ensure they would not offend him by mistake.

The young men who had been beating the man no longer dared to be arrogant. Under Nose Ring's kicks and punches, they lowered their heads and lined up to apologize to Luotai in a humble manner.

Luotai raised his head, waved his hand at them, and said to Nose Ring, "The man is fine, just very drunk. Find a room for him to sober up. He should be fine when he wakes up."

Nose Ring nodded in agreement, and a waiter who understood the situation ignored the man's filth, dragged him up, and carried him to a rest room behind the bar.

Luotai stood up and said nothing, walking straight out of the nightclub. After this incident, his mood for entertainment had faded. He planned to go home, but he did not want to spoil Sun Fat's good mood. He quietly instructed Nose Ring not to tell Fat and not to see him off, then left alone.

Walking alone on the street at night, Luotai's mind could not calm down.

This was the first time he had tasted the flavor of power in the real world. If he did not know Nose Ring and his gang, these small-time hooligans would not have been able to harm him at all, but the matter would not have been so easily resolved. Even if Luotai had beaten them all, he would likely face their revenge later. If they found out about his relationship with Sun Fat, Sun Fat would suffer.

Luotai looked up at the few stars in the sky and suddenly shouted, making a silent vow in his heart, "Since the old immortal chose me to reincarnate in the movie world and gave me a lottery system, I am destined not to be ordinary. From now on, I, Luotai, will not let anyone stand above me, because I am the one and only Luotai!"

At this moment, Luotai suddenly found the small restaurant he and Sun Fat had opened to be laughable. He felt ashamed of his self-satisfaction over earning a little money in the past few days.

Was Luotai lacking money now? No, after just four movies, he had already earned more money than an ordinary person could in a lifetime. What he lacked now was virtue points. With a large amount of virtue points, Luotai could draw skills and equipment that would make him dominate the world.

He needed to have a good talk with Sun Fat tomorrow.

As Luotai was about to reach his home, he suddenly saw a figure flash by in the evergreen shrubs at the entrance of the residential area.

Luotai immediately became alert. A person out at this hour of the night was likely a thief.

The black figure seemed to not care about Luotai, and even though he knew Luotai had seen him, he still casually climbed over the evergreen shrubs and went to a trash can by the roadside.

Following the black figure quietly, Luotai wanted to see what he was doing. The scene before him made him speechless.

The black figure turned out to be a homeless man.

Watching the homeless man rummage through the trash can, occasionally picking up edible items and chewing them, Luotai suddenly felt a deep bitterness.

He watched quietly for a while, then reached out and patted the homeless man's shoulder, saying softly, "Hello, my name is Luotai. I may not be able to help you much, but if you want, you can come to my restaurant for a full meal every day."

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