Chapter 131: A Million-Dollar Windfall

The elders of the Four Great Alliances were practically on the verge of vomiting blood. A few million was casually demanded—just a small portion of it—and even Li Ka-shing might not easily earn a few million so effortlessly. While this amount was somewhat significant for a single faction, it was nothing for more than a dozen. Still, the money was demanded under such unfair circumstances.

Now, they had to bear the bitter consequences of their own making. Faced with dozens of black muzzles from assault rifles pointed at them, what could they say? The events of today were too sudden, yet also too predictably unexpected. They did not doubt the authenticity of this group of soldiers. Though the mainland frequently saw imposters masquerading as military personnel to scam people, those were petty acts. This unit was different—a formidable combat force. No one would dare fake such a thing, especially so conspicuously and without fear of repercussions.

In the end, the Four Great Continental Alliances were truly cowed by Chen Erpao’s intimidation and managed to gather five million Hong Kong dollars. Both sides agreed willingly and without fuss. Only Chen Erpao smiled brightly; the elders of the Four Alliances were nearly green with rage.

Everything returned to a temporary calm. Chen Erpao cheerfully busied himself with dividing the money, instantly coming into possession of several million—anyone would be delighted and excited.

From the five million Hong Kong dollars, one million was set aside as bonuses for the brothers guarding headquarters. The remainder was partly allocated as rewards and compensation for the brothers who had performed admirably or were injured during the recent clashes between the Blood Hall and the Cross Hall, with the rest used for public expenses.

That evening, Chen Erpao, Wang Xing, Huang Mao, and several senior members went to Central District. Central was Hong Kong’s prime area, incomparable to Tuen Mun. After striking it rich today, they couldn’t just remain provincial bumpkins in Tuen Mun!

This time, Chen Liu was brought along as well. Although she would not be given any official status, she was still his woman. No matter what, he could not only seek her out when in need.

Central was home to numerous large shopping malls and countless shops. Such a golden district naturally housed many gangs. Sometimes a single street represented a gang’s territory. Though these territories were small, their manpower and strength were not to be underestimated. While they could not rival large criminal organizations, these local forces were formidable in their own right.

They chose to enter the Prince Nightclub, one of the larger and more upscale nightclubs in Central. Upon entering, a dazzling array of colorful lights, loud noises, and raucous sounds immediately overwhelmed them.

The interior was sprawling, covering several hundred square meters, extravagantly decorated—utterly incomparable to the bars and nightclubs of Tuen Mun. It was like heaven and earth apart.

“I heard that people who come to Prince Nightclub are all social elites and celebrities. Everyone here is either rich or noble. Let’s see if we can hook up with a wealthy woman or a female star,” Wang Xing whispered to Huang Mao as his true nature surfaced. The two immediately conspired together.

The place was packed and lively. They chose a private booth outside. A lady manager in her thirties, heavily made-up but still quite attractive, immediately approached with a group of “girls.”

“Gentlemen, you look unfamiliar—first time here, right? You’ve come to the right place. Every girl here has a university degree, is over 1.6 meters tall, with great figures and good looks—everything in the right proportions,” the manager enthusiastically introduced, pinching the backside of one of the girls nearby. “Look, firm and ample. Pick whichever you like, and if you’re not satisfied, we can bring out more.”

There was no denying that the nearly ten girls before them were all beauties—graceful features, tall figures, fair skin, and dressed in a highly seductive manner, exuding strong allure to any man.

Prince Nightclub was indeed exceptional. With such assets, it was no wonder they attracted wealthy patrons and celebrities for entertainment.

Huang Mao and several senior members quickly found their picks and embraced them possessively.

At that moment, Chen Liu suddenly laughed softly. “Don’t you want to pick one too?”

Without warning, Chen Erpao’s large hand slipped inside her clothes from behind, gently caressing back and forth. “With you by my side, why would I be interested in these women?”

Chen Liu smiled happily. Though she knew she was nothing compared to Wang Xuemei and might never have a formal status in the future, she was content.

Wang Xing examined the women for a long while but couldn’t find one to his liking. Shaking his head, he said, “These women are fine, but to me, they’re too ordinary, too plain. Do you have anyone better? Maybe some actresses or singers?”

Chen Erpao smiled faintly. A few days ago, he and Wang Xing had just seen a price list for many celebrities who offered services like drinking, dining, and even sleeping together. Wang Xing clearly hadn’t forgotten it.

The manager was not surprised by such a request, as if it were commonplace, and her smile grew even brighter. “This gentleman has quite the taste. But you should know that actresses and singers command very high prices.”

“Cut the crap. Money’s not the issue. The question is, do you have them here?”

The manager didn’t get angry and promptly replied, “Yes. Third-tier stars come at ten to thirty thousand, second-tier stars range from eighty thousand to one hundred fifty thousand, and first-tier stars require advance booking, costing between two hundred fifty thousand and five hundred thousand. For the rest, you’ll have to negotiate yourselves.”

Chen Erpao was slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected Wang Xing’s casual inquiry to hit the mark. This Prince Nightclub was truly impressive—first-tier female celebrities could be summoned here!

Wang Xing didn’t hesitate. “Bring all the second-tier female stars here. Today, let’s live like tycoons—one hand holding fine wine, the other embracing stars.”

Sure enough, before long, the manager returned, accompanied by a woman whose beauty, temperament, and figure far surpassed the earlier group.

This woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old but looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. Her skin was so fair and tender it seemed to glisten with moisture. Her ample bosom was impossible to ignore, barely contained by a tight top. Her ultra-short skirt only just covered her thighs, revealing long, slender legs that shimmered with a pearly glow, leaving no doubt as to their softness.

“This is Liu Yan. You’ve probably seen her often on TV,” the manager announced with her radiant smile. “She’s acted in dramas and films like ‘xxxx’ and ‘xxxxx’...” She paused briefly, then added, “Per our agreement with the stars, their fees must be paid in advance. We have card machines here. Gentlemen, please take a look.”