Do you think you are very humorous

Hearing Meng Wenzhou's words, Deng Hao narrowed his eyes, then spread his hands and grinned. "Hahaha, so Young Master Meng really cares about this stuff, huh?"

Meng Wenzhou remained silent, continuing to stare at Deng Hao.

Deng Hao went on, "You say I’ve been badmouthing you, but everything I said online was the truth, wasn’t it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Bo grabbed a beer bottle and slammed it onto the table, his expression stern. "Where the hell did you get your so-called ‘truth’ from?"

"Hey hey, Brother Bo, no need to get worked up. Your buddy Meng isn’t even mad—why are you so fired up?"

"Young Master Meng, you say I’ve been slandering you, so tell me—how exactly have I slandered you?" Deng Hao crossed his legs as he spoke.

Meng Wenzhou smiled faintly and said, "I don’t care what you say about my capabilities or lack thereof. Those things don’t bother me. But you called me a bastard. Care to explain that?"

"Hahaha, did I really say that?"

"Denying it now?" Liu Bo pulled out his phone, opened a photo, and shoved a screenshot of a Weibo post in front of Deng Hao. "Isn’t this ‘The Sky of Shanghai’—your account?"

Deng Hao glanced at the phone and chuckled. "Oh, this? That was just some drunk nonsense I posted after we had a few drinks the other night. I deleted it later anyway~"

"Posted the night before last, deleted this afternoon, right?"

Liu Bo took back his phone and continued, "Fine, since you deleted it, let’s drop it. But what about this?" He opened Douyin and pulled up a clip from Deng Hao’s livestream the day before, posted by someone else.

When the video played, Deng Hao could be seen sitting on a chair, talking to his phone: "Let me tell you about Meng Wenzhou—dude’s got a little family money and thinks he’s hot shit. Hot shit my ass! He’s just some spoiled rich kid, always pretending he built his own empire without daddy’s help. Pfft."

"You actually believe that? Anyone who buys that crap is a damn idiot. And he wants to compare car collections with me? His best ride is some beat-up second-hand Bugatti Chiron. I wouldn’t even use that piece of junk for grocery runs."

"And let’s not forget—he loves playing the ‘self-made success’ act, but he also uses that plastic-surgery face of his to play the heartthrob and trick clueless girls. And those naive little things eat it up."

"The number of women he’s slept with? At least a hundred or two, and that’s a lowball estimate. Don’t believe me? Go ask him in his comments. But hey, I gotta admit—I’m kinda jealous. Wouldn’t mind trying that myself, hahaha!"

The video ended there, and every word was crystal clear to the six people in the private room.

Meng Wenzhou leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Deng Hao. "Care to explain this?"

Deng Hao rolled his eyes and burst out laughing. "Hahaha, Young Master Meng, come on! I was just joking around with my viewers. You’re really taking this seriously?"

"Guess I gotta say—you’re lacking some class here. It’s obviously a joke. Can’t you tell?"

"Joke my ass!!!" Liu Bo’s temper flared instantly.

He slammed the table and stood up, jabbing a finger at Deng Hao. "You call that a joke? Spreading lies and calling it humor? You think you’re funny?"

Deng Hao remained unbothered, tilting his head with a smirk. "Bo, sit down, sit down. I admit some things I said on stream were exaggerated, but come on—you know how the internet is."

"It’s all about stirring the pot for clout. Nothing personal, right? It’s not like Young Master Meng’s losing any money over this."

Meng Wenzhou exhaled a slow stream of smoke and said coolly, "So you still think you did nothing wrong? Just joking around?"

"What else? What do you want tonight? An apology?"

Before Meng Wenzhou could respond, Liu Bo cut in, "Damn right we do! Plus, you’re deleting every Weibo post and Douyin video where you’ve badmouthed Meng."

After Liu Bo finished, Deng Hao turned to the quiet guy beside him and smiled. "I’ll apologize, but the videos stay."

"I’m getting into livestream sales now, and I need the traffic. People love drama—they wanna see us feud. That’s gold for engagement. Young Master Meng, you understand, right?"

"Guess we’re at an impasse, then." Meng Wenzhou flicked his cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Liu Bo narrowed his eyes. "You’re using Meng as clickbait and expect us to just take it?"

"Exactly! Gotta make money somehow. Feel free to trash me too. Hell, let’s go live right now and have a full-on feud—the views would be insane! Hahaha!"

"Fuck you!" Liu Bo had heard enough. He grabbed a beer bottle and swung it straight at Deng Hao’s head.

Just before it connected, Sha Fei—the quiet guy beside Deng Hao—swiftly intercepted it mid-air.

Su Yang, who had been silently observing the exchange, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Huh. Not bad."

—System, scan him.

[Sha Fei, Age: 24]

[Height: 174cm]

[Weight: 57kg]

[Physique: 82]

[Combat Level: B, 75]

[Occupation: None]

Su Yang skimmed the data in a glance.

Across the table, Deng Hao’s expression darkened as he glared at Liu Bo. "Liu Bo, what the hell? You wanna get your ass kicked by my boy again?"

"Kick my ass? You really think I can’t handle this guy?"

"Then prove it. Plenty of space here." Deng Hao gestured to the open area beside them, grinning.

"Bring it on!!" Liu Bo started forward, but Su Yang spoke up. "Hold up, Bo."

Hearing Su Yang’s voice, Liu Bo snapped out of his rage.

"What’s the holdup? Let’s spar. It’s not a fight—just a friendly match."

Su Yang looked at Deng Hao and said calmly, "Fine. If your guy loses, you apologize to Meng, delete all the slanderous posts, and upload a public apology video on Douyin admitting you were full of shit and just chasing clout. Deal?"

Deng Hao turned to Su Yang, sizing him up with a condescending smirk. "And who the hell are you?"

"Your daddy~"

The smug look on Deng Hao’s face twisted into laughter. "Hahaha, good one! Just as bold as Young Master Meng’s crew."

"Alright, but if you lose?"

"Then you can post whatever you want. We won’t say another word."

"Deal!! Got guts! Let’s go—A’Fei, show Liu Bo here what you’ve got."

At his command, Sha Fei, who had been sitting silently, stood and walked to the open space, waiting.

When Liu Bo didn’t move, Deng Hao taunted, "What’s wrong? You wanted this. Move!"

Su Yang waved dismissively at Deng Hao. "Hey, not Liu Bo. Me."