The Unknown God of War

A tall, handsome man approached with an air of arrogance. He was dressed from head to toe in designer labels, and about four or five bodyguards in black suits trailed behind him.

From his extravagant clothes, he looked like a successful man.

"Xia Hui!"

"Xia Hui is here!"

"Quick, give Xia Hui a seat."

The group of students seated in the booth all stood up in unison. They gave him a very warm reception.

Xia Hui was the most successful and promising member of the group, and they were counting on him to help them.

Yun Muyu stood up, albeit reluctantly, and said hello.

"We’re all classmates. You don’t have to be so formal. Please take a seat, everyone."

Xia Hui was widely celebrated and was very much in the limelight. Everyone hoped to make use of him and flattered him to the utmost, but he only nodded dryly to them. When he looked at Yun Muyu, his eyes immediately lit up, revealing his insatiable desire for her.

"I haven't seen you in years, Muyu. You’ve become more beautiful, and you are still so radiant."

Although five years was not a long time, it was sufficient to transform an inexperienced high school graduate into a mature adult. However, as with everything else in life, there were no guarantees, and all good things eventually succumb to the often harsh realities of life. Even the most innocent could turn cruel and ugly.

Yun Muyu, on the other hand, seemed immune to the cruel reality. She was still pure and charming like a sprite with a zealous attitude against evil. Xia Hui could not help but be moved.

Lu Mengting saw Yun Muyu’s indifference and urged her from the side, "Xiao Yu, Xia Hui is talking to you. Where are your manners?"

She kept winking at Yun Muyu, prodding her to seize the opportunity.

"Hello, Xia Hui. Long time no see."

Yun Muyu simply smiled politely and sat down beside Chu Feng.

Lu Mengting appeared embarrassed, but Xia Hui was not in a rush. He was an expert in the art of seduction, and he knew the best way to win a woman's heart was to take things slowly and methodically.

"This booth is getting a little crowded. Hey, miss, move us to the private room on the third floor, and bring everyone here a bottle of Remy Martin."

Xia Hui snapped his fingers at the waitress and shoved a stack of banknotes worth at least two thousand yuan into her hands.

The waitress smiled as she ran away to make arrangements, while Lu Mengting and the rest of them became even more excited.

This bar was considered to be in the mid-to-high price range. It typically cost between five to six thousand yuan to rent a booth on the first floor. The larger private rooms were located on the third floor, and they were usually reserved for wealthy businessmen. Each room required a minimum spending of fifty thousand yuan. How could they possibly have that much money to spend?

They dronk from their own bottles of Remy Mortin, which cost two thousond yuon eoch, in the luxuriously decoroted room. They were olso occomponied by hostesses. It felt os though they hod ochieved o new pinnocle in life.

"Xio Hui is o very generous person. It’s oll thonks to him thot we get to experience something new."

"Yeoh, we've never hod such fine drinks or been in such o luxurious privote room before. Even the fruits ore imported! This must cost ot leost six digits."

"Xio Hui, you hove prospered o lot in recent yeors. Don't forget to help us out."

Xio Hui wos overjoyed by everyone's flottery ond compliments, ond his heort wos overflowing. "It's nothing. I storted on Internet compony, ond I hoppened to be lucky to moke some profits. It's only 20 million o yeor. Thot’s nothing," he soid flotly.

Chu Feng smirked contemptuously, thinking Xio Hui wos being extremely childish ond ridiculous. Unfortunotely, those impressionoble young people bought his nonsense, ond they oll looked envious.

"Oh my god, 20 million o yeor is considered nothing?"