C2 Drink!

The taxi pulled up to the entrance of a club, its decor oozing luxury. Su Xiaoxiao pondered deeply until they reached the private room. She recognized the name of the wealthy man inside; he was the notorious scion of Pearl City. Despite her cleverness, Su Xiaoxiao felt utterly out of options at that moment.

As she was about to take a desperate plunge into the room, Chu Yun, who had been quiet throughout the journey, pushed the door open and walked in with determination.

"Why are you going in there?" Su Xiaoxiao whispered, her heart skipping a beat.

The guests inside were startled by Chu Yun's unexpected entrance. The woman, in particular, showed a flicker of astonishment, but quickly regained her composure.

Upon entering, Chu Yun's eyes settled on the woman's flushed face.

She was drinking, with a large glass of white wine before her.

Chu Yun remembered she never drank; the mere scent of alcohol used to make her frown.

He approached her directly and addressed the female manager, "Excuse me, could you make room?"

The manager was taken aback. Who was this man, barging in and demanding a seat?

But upon seeing Su Xiaoxiao enter, she realized he must be an acquaintance.

The tension in the room was palpable, with all eyes on Chu Yun, dressed in his modest attire.

Who was he? What was his purpose?

These questions hung in the air, shared by everyone, including Su Mingyue, his wife of six months.

"At our wedding, you didn't even have a sip of wine," Chu Yun remarked, lifting the glass of white wine before her and downing it in one go. He then casually wiped his lips with his thumb and inquired, "What's the occasion today?"

A man, impeccably dressed in a suit, sneered with a sinister look, "I'm flirting with your wife."

His posture was relaxed, his movements minimal.

Yet, as soon as he spoke, a wave of dread washed over the room.

A menacing energy quickly filled the space, suffocating everyone present.

He was Han Jin, the infamous playboy of Pearl City.

"As long as Su Mingyue drinks this glass of wine, I'll cover the crew's missing 80 million," Han Jin said with practiced ease, lighting a cigarette. His voice was icy as he asked, "Can you handle this drink?"

Su Mingyue's marriage was old news in high society. Chu Yun's remarks had solidified his status.

A hush fell over the room.

Chu Yun seemed unfazed. He grabbed a bottle of Maotai and poured a hefty half-liter into a large cup. Placing the brimming glass before Han Jin, he said, "Drink this, and I'll act as if your earlier words never reached my ears."

Chu Yun's move sent a wave of panic through the crew.

They could stomach Chu Yun botching the investment, but crossing Han Jin was unthinkable.

Su Xiaoxiao's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She couldn't fathom where Chu Yun found the audacity to stand up to Han Jin.

Even the usually aloof Su Mingyue tilted her head, giving Chu Yun a contemplative glance.

Han Jin, however, burst into raucous laughter, doubling over with mirth.

His laughter sent chills down everyone's spine.

"What if I refuse to drink this wine? Would you kill me?" he asked.

The laughter cut off sharply as Han Jin looked up, his eyes red and predatory. He didn't wait for Chu Yun to respond, his raspy voice threatening, "But I would kill you."

Han Jin was thoroughly provoked.

Pearl City had never seen a man bold enough to challenge him. He radiated malice, like a demon straight from hell.

The room's temperature seemed to plummet as everyone's palms began to sweat.

Chu Yun remained nonchalant, slowly rising to his feet.

He moved away from his seat, eyes settling on Su Xiaoxiao's ashen face. "Xiaoxiao, do me a favor."

"What?" Su Xiaoxiao, snapped out of her daze, asked.

"Go lock the door."

With that, Chu Yun picked up an unopened bottle of Maotai and advanced toward Han Jin.

"Stop right there!"

Han Jin's bodyguard stepped in to block Chu Yun's way, his tone chilling, "You're asking for trouble."

But before the bodyguard could finish, Chu Yun's hand shot out, pressing against his head and slamming it into the table's edge.

In a flash, the bodyguard was out cold, blood spattering across the table.

He struck with savage force, the acrid scent of blood pushing onlookers to the brink of collapse.

Amid the chaos, Han Jin remained still. A flicker of panic crossed his mind, yet in Pearl City, no one had ever defied him. He always got what he wanted, whether it was a task to complete or a woman to claim. And if he decided someone should die, their days were numbered.

His guiding principle was clear: Those who align with me thrive; those who cross me perish. This philosophy had rendered him fearless.

"I gave you a chance," Chu Yun stated, his presence commanding, his footsteps deliberate.

Without another word, he seized Han Jin by the collar, lifting him until his feet dangled in the air.

"Scum! Release me!" Han Jin's face twisted in rage as he flailed helplessly, bellowing, "I'll kill your entire family!"

Chu Yun seemed deaf to the threats. With a brutal twist, he snapped off the neck of the bottle and shoved the jagged edge into Han Jin's mouth, his voice icy, "Drink."

The glass tore through Han Jin's lips and oral cavity, blood mingling with the potent liquor as it rushed to his stomach. Chu Yun's method was unrelentingly cruel.

In under a minute, half a liter of Maotai had been forced down Han Jin's throat. His mouth, swollen and bleeding, conveyed a mix of pain, intoxication, and loathing.

The onlookers were rendered speechless by the gruesome sight.

The first bottle now empty, Chu Yun didn't relent. He grabbed another bottle of Maotai and continued the merciless ritual.

By this point, Han Jin's gaze was glazed over, his threats silenced. His body was limp, drenched in sweat, his once handsome face swollen beyond recognition.

Chu Yun reached for a third bottle.

"That's enough," came the cool, reserved voice of Su Mingyue.

Her exquisite brows furrowed slightly. "Do you want him dead?"

At her words, Chu Yun ceased his savage act, releasing his grip on Han Jin's collar.

Han Jin collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. Regardless of his tolerance, two liters of fiery liquor had left him utterly disoriented.

"Murder demands a life in return." Chu Yun turned, casting a subtle glance at Su Mingyue. "You're still young. I can't have you become a widow."

No sooner had he spoken than he slowly raised his right leg and viciously stomped on Han Jin's stomach. A mix of gastric juices, alcohol, and blood spewed out as Han Jin's body contorted in agony.

Onlookers gasped at the sight.

The room fell deathly silent, the crowd stunned by Chu Yun's savage actions. Was he some kind of demon?

After kicking Han Jin aside, Chu Yun took a seat.

His gaze remained serene, yet the violent aura emanating from him had everyone quaking with fear.

"Xiaoxiao, do me another favor," Chu Yun requested, lighting a cigarette with an impassive face. Despite his unremarkable appearance, to those present, he seemed a more fearsome brute than Han Jin.

"What?" Su Xiaoxiao, still reeling from the carnage, looked at Chu Yun with bewilderment.

"Give each of them a bottle of wine," he said evenly.

Su Xiaoxiao was baffled. Why was he punishing everyone?

"Han Jin is the ringleader, and you all are his accomplices."

It dawned on Su Xiaoxiao, yet the revelation of Chu Yun's ruthlessness was shocking.

The others wore looks of sheer disgust, exchanging glances that clearly conveyed their reluctance to heed Chu Yun's command.

A bottle of beer would upset their stomachs for quite some time.

A bottle of high-proof liquor could induce relentless vomiting, possibly leading to gastric bleeding and a rush to the emergency room.

None of them wanted to inflict such harm on themselves.

Chu Yun's gaze swept over the crowd as he asked, "Would you prefer that I force it down?"

The color drained from their faces as a deep-seated fear prompted them to hurriedly open their bottles and desperately gulp down the alcohol. The scene descended into a bizarre and mocking spectacle. Only after everyone had finished their drinks did Chu Yun kick Han Jin awake and state coolly, "I am Chu Yun, Su Mingyue's husband. Feel free to come looking for me."

He then addressed the rest, "The same goes for you."

Those slightly more sober than Han Jin shook their heads frantically, thoroughly terrified. In a society governed by law, such vicious thugs shouldn't exist. Why on earth would Su Mingyue marry such a monster?

"Xiaoxiao, your sister's had too much to drink," Chu Yun announced as he stood up. "We should get her home."

Su Xiaoxiao slowly regained her composure. The private room reeked of blood, an overwhelming stench that made the group who had downed an entire bottle of white wine vomit uncontrollably. The place was unbearable, and she couldn't stand to stay a moment longer.

She helped her sister, Su Mingyue, who hadn't drunk much, out of the room.

They had just left when Chu Yun followed suit.

In the parking lot, a mostly sober Su Mingyue glanced back at Chu Yun and asked in an even tone, "Are you heading home?"

Chu Yun paused before inquiring, "Would that be alright?"

Without responding, Su Mingyue got into the car.

Chu Yun, after a moment of indecision back in the private room, finally joined her in the car.