Lu Biao had shut down the casino and was feeling very depressed when he had just returned to the clubhouse to hear someone trashing the place.

He was furious, boiling with rage, ready to unleash all his anger on this reckless fool, storming over with a group in tow.

Entering the VIP room, seeing his men clutching their groins on the floor, Lu Biao's face instantly darkened.

"What happened, Hei San?" Lu Biao asked coldly.

"Brother Biao, I thought these pretty girls could join you for a drink. This guy refused, and that's fine, but he also injured so many of our brothers," Hei San cried, holding his groin, tears and snot running down his face.

"Dammit, I want to see who's got the guts to mess around in my territory," Lu Biao's face grew colder.

Lu Biao's eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful women in the room. "These chicks are indeed gorgeous."

"Boss, that's the jerk who trashed the place," Hei San pointed at Lin Chen, who was enjoying a dessert.

"To hurt so many of my men and still dare to eat here, this guy is too arrogant. If I don't cripple him today, where will I put my face?" Thinking this, Lu Biao snatched an iron rod from his underling and charged at Lin Chen.

Lu Biao aimed to smash this bastard's head, to teach this glutton the true power of Brother Biao and to vent the resentment in his heart.

A vicious smile flashed across Hei San's face as he seemed to envision Lin Chen's head smashed and bleeding miserably.

However, just as Lu Biao raised the iron rod, Lin Chen suddenly held up his glass and said, "Go, get me a glass of water. I'm dying of thirst after all these sweets."

"What?"

Lu Biao, holding the rod, was momentarily stunned.

The underlings behind him were utterly baffled, wondering if this guy had lost his mind, asking Brother Biao to get him water, a sure way to get himself killed.

"This guy is dead meat!" Hei San's eyes gleamed with a sinister grin.

But upon hearing the voice, Lu Biao's body shuddered suddenly, his hand holding the iron rod trembling.

The voice sounded so familiar, those clothes, that physique.

When Lin Chen turned around, Lu Biao's head buzzed, and he nearly collapsed from fright.

Lu Biao almost cried, the scene where Lin Chen had his men chop off his underling's hands at the casino was vivid in his mind; how could this guy still haunt him here?

Lin Chen's underling was incredibly strong, who knew if that guy had followed him here.

"Boss, kill him, avenge our brothers."

"Yeah, finish him!"

The gang around them started howling and rooting for Lu Biao.

Lu Biao clenched his teeth, and swung the iron rod down hard, stabbing with force!

"Ah!"

A scream erupted.

But Lin Chen was unharmed, it was Hei San beside him that jumped up in pain.

This!

The room fell silent, everyone stunned, had the boss stabbed the wrong guy, blowing up Hei San's ass instead!

Hei San, one hand on his groin and the other on his butt, was in so much pain he could almost faint, his mind racing with curses, looking utterly confused.

Bearing the excruciating pain, with a face full of injustice, he said, "Brother Biao, he's the main culprit, you should have crippled him, Brother Biao, you stabbed the wrong person! Stab him, kill him."

Having heard what Hei San said, Lu Biao's eyebrows twitched, and he pulled the iron rod out from under Hei San.

"Boss, beat him, beat him to death," Hei San thought he had finally awakened Lu Biao and excitedly shouted.

At that moment, Lu Biao stuck the iron rod back into his ass and, using all his strength, slapped Hei San across the face twice.

"God damn it, are you deaf? Didn't you see the gentleman said he was thirsty? And forcing a girl to drink with you, didn't your mother tell you that doing immoral things would lead to retribution? Sir, don't be angry, I'll get you some water right now."

As he spoke, Lu Biao respectfully took the cup with both hands, ran over to the water dispenser, filled it up, and set it on the table.

What the heck is going on!

Holy crap, has the boss gone crazy?

All the underlings watched Lu Biao, who stood in front of Lin Chen shaking like a child who had done something wrong, and each of them opened their mouths wide in shock, collectively dumbfounded.

Doing immoral things leads to retribution?

Since when did the boss come to that realization?

"What are you bastards standing around for, kneeling down and apologizing to the gentleman?" At this moment, Lu Biao's face was pale, and sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Apologize?"

It seemed as though the ones getting beaten were the staff of the club. They had not even hit this guy hard, and now they were supposed to apologize to him?

Lu Biao glanced over at Lin Chen sitting and drinking water, cursing Hei San and his ancestors in his mind.

This kid was definitely going to kill him. He had just come out of Lin Chen's shadow when this bastard dragged this evil spirit back in.

Seeing Lin Chen say nothing, Lu Biao gritted his teeth and pulled the iron rod out from Hei San's ass again, this time smashing it down hard.

"For having no public morals."

"For disturbing that girl while she was eating."

"For having the audacity to forcibly make a girl drink with you!"

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard."

Seeing Lu Biao in a rage, the gangsters looked at each other and finally figured it out, their expressions drastically changing.

Just who was this young man to make the boss so wary that to please him, he was almost turning his most valued Hei San into a cripple?

Everyone looked at Lin Chen with eyes no longer filled with disdain and ridicule, but shock and fear instead.

At that moment, Lu Biao no longer looked like a boss, and after hacking Hei San a few more times, he came to Lin Chen like a fawning dog.

"Sir, my brothers were ignorant and angered you. Do you find the results satisfactory?" Lu Biao asked, trying to please.

Lin Chen finally put down the cup and coldly said, "My friends were supposed to have a pleasant meal here, but you scared them to this state. Do you think I'd be satisfied?"

Lu Biao was quick on the uptake and immediately nodded, shouting at his subordinates, "What are you still standing there for? Take out all the money you have as compensation for these gentlemen."

Having been beaten and now having to pay compensation, being a thug had become too miserable.

But no one dared to disobey the boss's order, and about thirty thousand yuan was quickly gathered, leaving Lu Biao trembling as he asked, "Sir, do you think this amount suffices?"

"Hmm, a good child is one who knows his mistakes and corrects them," Lin Chen patted Lu Biao on the shoulder with a satisfied look.

Lin Chen turned to An Xiaodi and waved the money in his hand with a smile, "Let's go, I'm treating today; let's go have a feast."

Everyone's mouth twitched. Spending other people's money and still claiming to treat, could this guy's face get any thicker!