novelraw Chapter 918 - 917: Who Says He Has No Backing
Chapter 918 - 917: Who Says He Has No Backing
The man delivered his final judgment on Xu Ke, looking at Brother Xu with eyes full of disdain, and even handed a card to the man who had just been bad-mouthing Xu Ke in front of him.
"The password is six zeros, and there’s a hundred thousand yuan in there—use it as pocket money." The man tossed the card to the flamboyant man, who grinned widely in delight.
"Thank you, boss. You’re truly generous, giving away so much money with just a flick of the wrist." The flamboyant man, holding the bank card, said with sparkling eyes and a bright smile.
The man reached out to pinch the other’s face, "It’s just a little money, and look at how you’re smiling. You really have a thin skin."
The man may not have thought highly of the flamboyant man, but he didn’t mind using his gesture of rewarding him to humiliate Xu Ke.
He intended to demean Xu Ke to the dust with this method, making everyone in the box watch Xu Ke with eyes full of contempt, waiting for a good show.
If anyone else with a weaker mindset had been standing there today, they would’ve been unable to handle such a scene long ago.
But Xu Ke was different; he had endured such gazes frequently back in Luocheng. Compared to the malice he had faced back then, the malice in this room wasn’t even a tenth; why would he lose his composure?
No matter how the people in the box spoke about him or looked at him, there wasn’t a trace of emotion on Xu Ke’s face; he resembled a robot or someone from another world, entirely detached from the situation.
Under Xu Ke’s steady gaze, their laughter gradually ceased, and the disdain in their eyes slowly withdrew. Although the disdain faded, their expressions towards Xu Ke remained hostile.
The reason was simple; they weren’t getting the satisfaction of humiliation from him, and besides, in Xu Fei’s eyes, they probably seemed like clowns, which made them particularly dissatisfied.
Why? Clearly, the person of low status should be Xu Ke, so how could he remain so calm?
Why wasn’t he ashamed?
Why wasn’t he apologizing?
Why wasn’t he falling into the dust?
One "why" after another clashed in their minds, intensifying their dislike for Xu Ke, even among those who had never met him before. Yet, it did not prevent them from hating Xu Ke.
Someone stood up from their seat, silently walked towards Xu Ke, and stopped just a fist’s distance away.
"What arrogance you have?"
"This phrase sounds a bit familiar." Xu Ke looked at the other person and said calmly.
"What are you pretending for? Isn’t this what the boss said to you when you first came in?" The man, feeling pleased with the money he received, looked at Xu Ke with disdain and said.
He assumed he had answered well and retorted effectively, thinking the generous boss might be even more pleased with him and might even hand him another bank card.
But what greeted him wasn’t a bank card; it was a slap.
To the man, those previous words felt like an insult to Xu Ke’s face; forgetting his own words seemed hardly an honor.
The man glared fiercely at the flamboyant guy, frightening him into trembling despite being silent.
The man opposing Xu Ke then reached for the glass of liquor with a cigarette on the table.
"You have to drink this glass today, whether you want to or not. You have no choice." As he spoke, he used his free hand to grab Xu Ke’s chin, intending to control him and force the liquor into him.
But was Xu Ke that easily controlled?
Xu Ke swiftly stepped back and shook his head, "I said I won’t drink it. If you like it, drink it yourself. No one can force me to do something I don’t want to do."
"How ungrateful," the man sneered coldly, turning to his companions, "Get a few people to hold him down. I will make him drink this liquor today."
Upon his command, several people from the onlookers really stood up, rubbing their fists with eager anticipation, the most enthusiastic among them being the flamboyant man.
He had been slapped by the man, feeling both aggrieved and angry, but he couldn’t vent his frustration on him, so Xu Ke naturally became his prime target for releasing anger.
After all, he got slapped because of Xu Ke.
Several people quickly formed a circle, enclosing Xu Ke.
Each wore an eager expression, eyes brazenly scanning up and down Xu Ke.
"Do you really think with this approach, you can force me to do something I dislike? You can’t beat me. Better give up." Xu Ke said, facing the few people enclosing him.
"Whether we can or not, we won’t know until we try," the leading man raised his eyebrows looking at Xu Ke with brazen contempt, "You guys hold him down; I want him to understand how harsh society can be."
Those surrounding Xu Ke quickly lunged at him, especially the flamboyant man, who moved the fastest.
Without moving his eyebrows, Xu Ke only heard a cracking sound. The first person who made a move let out a scream; everyone turned their eyes to see only a twisted wrist.
The flamboyant man held his broken wrist, crying bitterly; the previously glamorous image now disfigured, repulsing those who looked at him.
The unexpected skill of Xu Ke shocked everyone. With this lesson learned, no one wanted to mess with Xu Ke even slightly.
"What are you all standing there for? Go for it! He’s just a rabbit; breaking him is no big deal. We’re Shenghao’s guests; he wouldn’t dare move against us," the leader confidently commanded.
"That’s not necessarily true. I’ve taken many things in life, but losing isn’t one of them." Xu Ke smiled faintly, his eyes scanning each person’s wrist, watching them subconsciously withdraw their hands.
This reaction instantly deflated their imposing aura, turning the previous intimidation into nothing more than a joke.
"Let him hit us, just to see what this lobby manager can do without backing," said the big brother seated prominently as he noticed the unease among the others, stabilizing their morale.
Amidst the tense atmosphere, the door to the box was suddenly pushed open from outside.
He Chen stepped inside against the light, accompanied by a smaller figure—none other than He Qing!
"When did he ever not have backing?" He Chen glanced at Xu Ke and spoke.