Chance to Be the Protagonist

Brother Hu's black sedan plunged headfirst into the underground parking lot of the Prince City Hotel, like a nocturnal beast returning to its nest.

Meanwhile, Ning Qingcheng's heart stirred, and a thought popped into her head. She looked up at Lin Mo. Senior Brother, do you think... you are nobler than them?

That is why you act like a god, looking down on all living beings and casually moving the chess pieces.

She kept the second half of the sentence to herself.

Of course not.

Lin Mo chuckled and turned to look at her. If I hadn't noticed this person from the very beginning, I would have taken action myself long ago. Originally, I just wanted to let you gain some experience, and it also saves me some trouble.

But since someone has already been dragged into this vortex, we might as well let him be the protagonist for once.

In this life, everyone should have the chance to stand in the center of the stage, even if it is just once, right?

Listening to these remarks, countless classic villain images from anime instantly flashed through Ning Qingcheng's mind.

Looking at Lin Mo's somewhat unfathomable face in the night, she could not help but blurt out. Why do I feel like you are a bit like Aizen? The secretly wicked kind.

Lin Mo was taken aback when he heard this, and then he stroked his hair with a serious face. Do I? Not at all, I am definitely not as handsome as him. After all, I don't know the hair-gel hand trick.

...

The corner of Ning Qingcheng's eye twitched.

Is this guy's thought process a bit abnormal? Is being handsome the main point?

She corrected him expressionlessly. Senior Brother, I am not complimenting you.

Ah? You aren't?

Lin Mo blinked, looking innocent, and then waved his hand. Oh, never mind then, let's continue watching the show. The good part is just beginning.

After saying that, he turned his gaze back to the Prince City Hotel opposite them, his eyes flashing with anticipation, as if an absolutely magnificent drama was about to unfold there.

Ning Qingcheng speechlessly held her forehead.

She felt that her Senior Brother might really have a screw loose.

And he was quite sick.

System: I think so too!

In the luxurious private room on the top floor of the hotel, the air was filled with the mellow scent of top-tier red wine mixed with expensive cigars.

Prince, your Prince City is truly one of a kind here in Dongguan. A middle-aged man with a paunch and slicked-back hair held a wine glass, gently swirling the dark red liquid inside.

President Yan must be joking. My little operation here is just the light of a firefly compared to the bright moon of your multi-billion-dollar projects.

The man known as Prince, Wu Hui, smiled.

President Yan took a sip of wine, a flash of shrewdness passing through his eyes.

Prince is being too modest. I heard that several companies wanted to touch that plot of land in the south of the city before, but they all ended up leaving in disgrace.

Nail households, villagers who demand exorbitant prices... these troublesome matters are much more of a headache than building the actual towers.

He put down his wine glass, interlaced his fingers over his stomach, and leaned forward slightly, as if throwing out a test question.

The smile on Wu Hui's face remained unchanged. He picked up the cigar cutter on the table and, with a click, snipped off the end of the cigar at a leisurely pace.

There are troubles, indeed, but disobedient people always need someone to teach them how to behave.

He lit the cigar, took a deep drag, and the exhaled smoke blurred the expression in his eyes.

The family that made the most noise a while ago, wasn't the head of the household struggling with his legs? I thought it was too exhausting for them to run around every day arguing over land prices, so I sent some people to invite their whole family to a southern island for a vacation, all expenses paid.

When they came back and found that all their neighbors had signed the papers and moved away, they figured it out too.

He spoke with such breezy indifference, as if he were merely discussing the weather.

The muscles on President Yan's face relaxed. He laughed out loud and picked up his wine glass again.

That's exactly what I say! In this territory of Dongguan, it has to be Prince who steps up. With your word, I can rest easy!

Everything was settled.

The atmosphere shifted from the previous probing to a much warmer tone.

There were only two people in the entire private room.

Without outsiders present, the two of them felt much more at ease.

Just then, the screen of Wu Hui's phone on the table lit up, and a message flashed by.

He glanced at it, and the curve of his mouth deepened.

Is there something you need to attend to, Prince? President Yan noticed his movement.

A small matter.

Wu Hui waved his hand and tucked the phone back into his pocket. The after-dinner entertainment I arranged for President Yan just arrived upstairs. Two of them, both untouched. I guarantee President Yan will be satisfied.

He winked at President Yan, revealing a smile that all men would understand.

Oh?

President Yan's eyes lit up instantly. The airs he had been putting on vanished in a second. He rubbed his hands together, his voice even floating a bit. Really? Young Master Wu, you are... too polite!

Hypocritical pleasantries.

Of course, you can play with them however you want. Wu Hui gave a knowing look.

However I want? How could I impose?

We are brothers, saying such things makes us sound like strangers. Wu Hui stood up with a smile. Being happy is the most important thing. Let's go up and take a look?

President Yan patted his thigh in great delight.

If that's the case, then that is wonderful, then...

Good, good, good, being happy is the most important thing, being happy is the most important thing!

President Yan kept repeating this as he eagerly stood up. Because he rose too quickly, he almost knocked over his chair, yet he still tried hard to maintain his boss-like demeanor, straightening his suit before slowly following behind Wu Hui.

The two did not take the main entrance but instead passed through an employee corridor marked with a Staff Only sign.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy fire door.

Pushing the door open, a burly man in a black suit was standing bolt upright in front of a door made of an unrecognizable material. Seeing Wu Hui, he immediately bowed and pulled the door open.

Behind the door was an independent elevator emitting a cold metallic gleam.

This elevator did not exist on the hotel's public blueprints at all.

Wu Hui and President Yan walked in one after the other. The inner walls of the elevator were polished like mirrors, reflecting their tacit smiles.

The elevator doors slowly closed, isolating them from everything outside.

Moving back in time, the camera returns to Tang Ye.

Tang Ye, who was riding a motorcycle, suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the massive building before him that crouched in the night like a giant beast.

Prince City Hotel.

A money-squandering den known to everyone in Dongguan, and an extrajudicial place where certain people could hide the sky with one hand.

For some reason, he had ended up riding his motorcycle all the way here.

He was clearly supposed to leave this place, but he still couldn't help driving over.

His fists clenched, but he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a man in a security uniform walked over.

Hey, motorcycle guy, don't pick up passengers here.

Tang Ye was plain-looking and rode a battered motorcycle, so he really did look like a motorcycle taxi driver.

Hearing this contemptuous tone, Tang Ye felt as if something inside him had been provoked.

I'm here to spend money. Tang Ye curled his lip.

Upon hearing this, the security guard immediately changed his tune.

A customer, now that was a different story.

He quickly said. Oh, is that so? Then please come in, there are motorcycle parking spots right over here.