CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 101: SEEING RED

What does an ordinary person do at a KTV? Sing.

So what for does one spend a big sum of money, enough to buy an entire set of the best sound system, to come to a KTV? If you answer ’to sing’, that’s incorrect.

In fact, no one in room V418 is singing right now.

On the genuine leather sofa, two men are sitting quite conspicuously. One has three "Princesses" by his side, enjoying what seems to be the fortune of many men. On the other side, a man in his forties is only accompanied by one person.

Just by the numbers, everyone would think that the host in the room is the one surrounded by "three beauties". However, judging from the quality, it’s clearly not the case. By the side of the man in his forties is a person with date red hair hanging down to the chest, revealing large patches of snow-white skin. Her eyes are alluring, her body incredibly supple, sitting in the man’s embrace. Her diamond-studded nails are ceaselessly stroking the man’s chest.

Mo Xixi is standing aside, in front of her are more than twenty bottles of alcohol. Her usually bright and bubbly face now utterly devoid of color, and the bottles of alcohol she is holding in her hand no longer seem enticing as usual.

In the past, a couple dozen beer bottles would not have fazed her, but those twenty-some bottles on the table are genuine Scotch whisky, with an alcohol content several times higher than beer. Before coming in, she had already been forced to drink a dozen or so beer bottles on behalf of others. Mixing the two kinds of alcohol together is like tying a bomb inside her stomach; are they trying to kill her?

In fact, tonight, none of these alcohols were supposed to be for Mo Xixi to drink. The glamorous "Princess" with the date red hair had called in two salespeople. One of them was Mo Xixi; the other was her actual target, a visibly aged and alcoholically inadequate liquor saleswoman.

After a round of drinking, Mo Xixi had paraded her drinking capability and put herself at the forefront, not knowing that she had become the target. She was forced to gulp down over a dozen bottles in one go. By the time she felt cold in her belly from all the drinking, she realized she was the only one left in the room. The woman in her thirties known as Sister Zhen was gone without a trace.

"You must be new here," the lady with date red hair initiated the conversation. Everyone in Golden Splendor knew her favorite pastime was to tease Sister Zhen. Someone would always foot the bill, and the supervisor was only too happy to let her have her fun. Only newbies would foolishly put themselves in front.

"Sister Zhen Ni, look, our boss has already opened the bottles, and now there’s no one to drink," the lackey accompanying the man surrounded by three beauties, anxious his boss’s generosity would go to waste, fanned the flames from the side.

"Since you like to step forward so much, then go ahead and drink all the alcohol here," the woman played with her long hair that dangled in front of her overly-developed pectoral muscles, which attracted the wolf-like claws beside her to knead ceaselessly. She didn’t mind at all and just playfully refused with her mouth.

"Sorry, I don’t want to drink," Mo Xixi was also pushed to the brink of anger. At most, she was there undercover; she certainly wasn’t planning to throw her life away. Her eyes darted toward the door, thinking about how to quickly make an escape.

"That’s not up to you," the lackey got up and patted his pocket, revealing the shape of a gun.

The date red hair woman winked at the other three ladies, and they all surrounded her, guarding the door.

Mo Xixi smiled bitterly, thinking it seems that if one walks the night road often enough, they’re bound to run out of luck. After all, she was also considered a heroic woman in the realm of drinking. If worse comes to worst, she’ll down it all, go out, and throw up everything. She picked up a bottle of Fire Whiskey, took a sip, then Mo Xixi pulled a face. Seeing her somewhat cooperative, the atmosphere in the room relaxed a little.

The man with the gun sat back down and called two women back to his side, continuing to jest.

Mo Xixi snuck a glance, slowing down the pace of her drinking. If she took her time, the twenty-odd bottles of alcohol would be enough to keep her drinking for days and nights.

With a sinister sneer, Mo Xixi was startled. The man holding the date red beauty, his eyes seemed to linger on the beauty’s breasts, mouth, and thighs, but his sneer seemed to replace his eyes, ever-watchful of Mo Xixi making any subtle moves at the side.

"Eh, Boss Hui, someone is knocking at the door," the "Princess" guarding the door heard knocking.

When the door opened, in came a fresh-faced new "Young Master". "It’s Li Zhen who sent me," Xia You’s arrival made Mo Xixi’s throat feel a little sore, and then she grew nervous again. Although she was touched that Xia You had rushed over in such an emergency situation, Xia You was only one person, and his arrival only meant one more person to apologize. She remembered that Xia You apparently didn’t drink, so his coming was useless.