Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty: He is a devil!

Crimson liquid streamed down his face, soaking the expensive DIOR shirt and Armani suit jacket.

A strong aroma of alcohol permeated the air, and the fully fermented Lafite now displayed qualities befitting its price.

Liu Weidong did not get angry when Lin Huiyin splashed red wine on his face. Like a small thug, he extended his tongue to lick the wine from the corner of his mouth and praised, "Miss Huiyin, the wine you poured is really fragrant."

"Huiyin, let's go." Bai Su pushed her chair back and stood up. When words don't match, even half a sentence is too much. Since there was nothing good to say to this unscrupulous playboy, it was best to part ways.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave." Liu Weidong grabbed Lin Huiyin's wrist. "What? Are you angry? Is what I said wrong? Aren't celebrities just selling themselves? I've had at least seven or eight of them. On the surface, they act pure and noble, but when I give them enough money, they turn into sluts in bed. Lin Huiyin, what's the difference between you and them?"

"Let go." Lin Huiyin did not answer his question. Her personality was such that she would never speak much to people she despised, as it was the most unbearable thing for her.

"But I won't let go. What can you do to me?" Liu Weidong said with a smile. "Hit me? Call the police? The news of Butterfly member Lin Huiyin hooking up with a rich playboy would be quite explosive, wouldn't it? You think they might guess we were having a 4P? Oh, better yet, a 5P. Manager Bai is also a slutty woman. I like that type."

Bang, bang.

Someone gently patted Liu Weidong on the shoulder.

Liu Weidong turned around and said with a smile, "What? Miss Tang Xin can't wait? If you don't mind the place being a bit shabby, how about we have a friendly match here?"

Women are fickle, and men are good at hiding. The gentlemanly demeanor from a moment ago had turned into a disgusting pervert.

Slap!

Tang Zhong slapped his still grinning face.

The expensive designer glasses on his nose, worth tens of thousands of dollars, flew off, and a clear handprint appeared on his pale, plump face.

"Filthy bitch, you dare to hit me?" Liu Weidong looked incredulous, his eyes fixed on Tang Zhong.

Then, he finally thought of retaliating.

He raised his big hand and punched Tang Zhong in the eye.

Crack.

His fist was caught by Tang Zhong.

"Filthy bitch," he cursed.

He thought, who's afraid of who in terms of strength? I'm a big guy, over six feet tall, how can I lose to a little slut like you?

So, he started to exert force.

He tried harder.

His face turned purplish-red.

Sweat poured down his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, and his cheeks began to tremble.

But no matter how hard he tried, his fist remained tightly held by the 'Tang Xin' in his eyes.

"How can this woman have so much strength?" He almost forgot the humiliation of being slapped, and such a question popped into his head. "She must have practiced martial arts."

Tang Zhong was furious at being called a 'little slut' by Liu Weidong again and again. He was a man, not a little slut.

But he thought, if he hadn't come to represent his sister, it would have been Tang Xin who was molested and called a little slut by this guy.

So, he became even angrier.

He couldn't speak. Speaking would expose his voice.

So, he had to act.

Bang.

He punched Liu Weidong in the left eye. Liu Weidong's left eye immediately turned red and purple, and tears began to stream out.

Bang.

He punched Liu Weidong in the right eye. The right eye quickly followed the left, swelling and making it hard to see.

Bang.

He hit him in the face.

Bang.

He hit him in the face again.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Tang Zhong held Liu Weidong's fist with one hand and clenched the other into a fist, raining down blows like a dense shower of rain. He usually preferred to use his palm, but since this guy started with his fists, Tang Zhong upgraded his treatment.

"You filthy bitch, you dare to hit me? I'll make you suffer! I'll have you ridden by a thousand men and a million more!"

"Scum, do you know who I am? My father is coming back. He will cancel the contract with you, and you will go to jail!"

"Tang Xin, let me go. I'm sorry, Tang Xin."

At first, Liu Weidong's mouth was strong. He spewed all kinds of dirty words. He didn't seem like someone who had studied in the U.S. but rather like a street thug.

Later, he realized that every time he cursed, 'Tang Xin's' punches became heavier. His eyes were already swollen shut, his face was numb, and his speech was slurred. He finally understood that this woman wanted to kill him.

Even a brave man wouldn't take a loss, let alone a pervert.

So, Liu Weidong started to beg for mercy.

"Tang Zhong," Bai Su, in a panic, called out Tang Zhong's name. After shouting, she realized her mistake and looked at Liu Weidong nervously, but he was too busy howling in pain to notice such small details.

So, she relaxed.

She grabbed Tang Zhong's hand and shouted, "Stop! You can't keep hitting him. You'll kill him."

She was truly at her wits' end.

For the first time, she began to doubt whether the 'substitute' plan she and Tang Xin had come up with was correct.

In the few days he had been there, he had only attended two events—no, one. Today's banquet was a continuation of the previous event.

But in this short time, he had kicked a fan who touched his butt, breaking two ribs. He had also beaten Liu Weidong, the son of the CEO of their partner company, MIFU Group, so badly that no matter how you looked at him, you couldn't recognize him as a person.

This wasn't an entertainment king; this was a violent king of the entertainment industry.

How to handle this now? How to clean up the mess?

Previously, Bai Su always thought she was capable and could solve any problem.

This time, she truly felt helpless.

Make peace? With Liu Mingwei, after his son was beaten like this?

Call the police? The news would ruin the Butterfly's reputation.

Worse, Tang Zhong seemed not to hear her.

Bang, bang, bang—

Punch after punch.

His eyes were fierce, and he hit Liu Weidong's head like a madman.

"Tang Zhong—Tang Zhong—" Bai Su, fearing Tang Zhong would kill him, ran over and hugged his arm, shouting, "Stop! Stop! You'll kill him, and you'll go to jail—"

Tang Zhong finally calmed down and released Liu Weidong's arm.

Then, Liu Weidong's body slid off the chair and lay flat on the ground.

"Dead?" Bai Su was shocked. She knelt down to check Liu Weidong's heart.

His heart was still beating. She let out a long sigh of relief.

Her legs went weak, and she no longer cared about her image, sitting down on the floor.

Zhang Heben was completely terrified by the scene, staring at Tang Zhong with her mouth open wide enough to fit an egg.

Lin Huiyin looked at Tang Zhong with puzzled eyes, as if re-evaluating this man.

"He's not dead," Tang Zhong said. "I know my limits."

When Liu Mingwei went to toast, he took the company's marketing manager and the general manager's office director with him. Besides Bai Su and the three members of the Butterfly, only Liu Weidong was left. In such a high-end hotel, service staff would not enter without a guest's call.

So, Tang Zhong could finally speak.

"Is this still within limits?" Bai Su pointed at Liu Weidong, who was lying motionless on the side. If the situation weren't so bizarre, she would have laughed at Tang Zhong's words. "If you didn't have limits, would you have killed him?"

"No," Tang Zhong shook his head. "Killing is illegal."

Bai Su was angry and said, "So hitting isn't illegal? You beat him like this—"

Seeing Tang Zhong's calm face, Bai Su's heart softened, and she said, "What do you think we should do?"

"This matter should be decided by Chairman Liu," Tang Zhong said.

"What if he calls the police?"

"He won't do that," Tang Zhong said. "We will stick to the story that his son tried to molest Huiyin. Whether for his son's reputation or the company's image, he won't call the police."

"Let's hope so," Bai Su sighed. "Help me up."

Tang Zhong reached out and pulled Bai Su up from the floor.

"Remember," Tang Zhong turned to Lin Huiyin and said, "stick to the story that he touched you inappropriately and tried to molest you. If you don't mind, grab his hand and make him touch your clothes. That way, even if they call the police, the evidence will be against them."

"..."

They looked at Tang Zhong as if he were a devil.