Song Xiru was struck by lightning. She turned around.
The man’s face was grim, his deep eyes holding the surging tempest of an impending storm.
Song Xiru’s heart skipped a beat. "You… why are you here?"
Lou Yuming sneered. "The police station called me, of course I'd come."
Song Xiru pursed her lips and said urgently, "This was my oversight, but the priority now is to save the person!"
Lou Yuming coldly eyed her, confirmed she was unharmed, then noticed her strange and revealing attire. His brows furrowed. "Aren't you very capable? Then figure it out yourself."
"And you're just going to stand there and make sarcastic remarks at a time like this!"
Song Xiru snorted coldly. However, she hadn't expected any help from Lou Yuming anyway. Since he wouldn't help, she would do it herself!
She forced her way in.
The staff, intimidated by Lou Yuming's presence, were too scared to stop her.
Song Xiru was rarely so flustered. She was afraid of what Zhang Qi might do to them, and she scurried around like a headless fly.
Lou Yuming, however, followed behind her unhurriedly, never letting her out of his sight.
The usually lively bar was now so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Song Xiru ran to the door of the private room. Before she could even open it, she heard a piercing scream from inside.
It was Ding Li!
Just as Song Xiru was about to kick the door open, Lou Yuming reached out and stopped her.
"Let go!"
Lou Yuming pulled her behind him and commanded coldly, "If you want this resolved, stay by the door. Do not come in!"
Song Xiru paused. Hadn't he just refused to help?
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open.
The first thing that met their eyes was Ding Li, lying on the floor, disheveled.
Her hair was a mess, and she looked utterly defeated.
Behind her, a woman with big wavy hair was viciously stomping on her back with her high heels.
"Speak—"
Seeing this, Song Xiru almost rushed forward but remembered Lou Yuming's words and forced herself to endure.
"Who are you!"
The wavy-haired woman was new and didn't recognize Lou Yuming.
She didn't notice that everyone else's expressions had changed.
She was about to bluster further when Lou Yuming's sharp gaze swept over her, freezing her on the spot in fear.
How could this person's eyes be… even more terrifying than Zhang Qi's!
Zhang Qi, having had more to drink, was seeing double.
He looked at the man walking towards him, mistaking him for a hallucination, and cursed, "Why are you everywhere…"
As soon as he spoke, a wine bottle shattered on his head with a "pop."
The next second, blood began to trickle slowly from his forehead.
Lou Yuming calmly picked up the wine bottle and placed it beside him.
Everyone in the room, with a keen sense of self-preservation, turned their backs. Only the wavy-haired woman looked on in disbelief.
He actually dared to hit Young Master Zhang!
The piercing pain jolted Zhang Qi awake instantly. He looked into those sharp, dark eyes and trembled all over with fear.
"Little… Little Uncle!"
"Awake."
Lou Yuming's tone was flat, but Zhang Qi, who knew him well, understood that this was the precursor to his anger.
"I I I…"
Zhang Qi wanted to explain, but the words caught in his throat. His palms and back were sweating, and his mind was a complete mess.
Lou Yuming stated coldly, "The police called me again."
He glanced around the scene, his voice like chilling ice. "You're quite something."
"Uncle!"
Lou Yuming, not wanting to hear his explanation, turned and ordered, "You can all go. You two, stay."
He pointed at the wavy-haired woman and Ding Li.
The wavy-haired woman trembled like a sieve, her face as pale as paper. She hadn't expected this man to be Zhang Qi's uncle!
Ding Li, on the other hand, looked quite composed despite her shock, though the trembling fingers on either side of her thighs betrayed her inner fear.
After all, she had only heard of powerful figures like Lou Yuming!
He was as mysterious, sinister, and ruthless as she had imagined, showing no mercy even to his own nephew, which was truly chilling.
The private room quickly emptied, leaving only a few scattered individuals.
Lou Yuming found a clean chair and sat down. His thin lips parted slightly. "Did you make her take off her clothes?"
Zhang Qi: "I…"
"Just answer yes or no."
His aura was so powerful that, without doing anything, he inexplicably made people feel apprehensive.
"Yes…"
Lou Yuming's cold eyes drooped, and he said in a light tone, "In that case, you should undress too."