The Evil Prince - The Rise of the Storm 242-245

Chapter 242 Beautiful Flight Attendant
"Excuse me, passengers waiting for your flight... Flight 133 will depart in ten minutes. Please board as soon as possible... Please board as soon as possible... Do not miss your flight... I'll say it again... Passengers waiting for your flight... Flight 133 will depart in ten minutes. Please board as soon as possible... Please board as soon as possible... Do not miss your flight..." Early the next morning, in the waiting hall of Shanghai Airport, a beautiful female voice rang out. Although the voice was somewhat mechanical, it was still very pleasant to hear.
Hearing this voice, I stretched and stood up, still groggy. I swayed as I stood up, smoothed my slightly messy hair, and headed towards the airport. After handing over my identification, I boarded the plane. My current identity is Major General Li Tianxie, Deputy Leader of the China Dragon Group. Of course, this document was for the South Koreans, not for the airport staff. Not many people knew about my secret departure, just as no one knew about Zhu Zihao's departure at the same time. We two are now in a very powerful position; I'm the core of the Ice Mirror Society, and Zhu Zihao, along with his brother He Chang, has already taken control of the entire Green Gang. The lives of hundreds of thousands of people are in our hands. With just a word from us, Southeast China could descend into chaos… no… the entire country could descend into chaos. We can't let too many people know about our secret departure, but fortunately… we're both the kind of people who oversee everything but don't micromanage, so not many people know about our secret departure, so it's not a big problem.
Staggering along, I walked into the airport. Seeing a Boeing 737 in front of me, I smiled slightly and followed the crowd onto the plane. I admired the flight attendants in their sky-blue uniforms, smiling slightly as I looked at their exposed legs and the beautiful women in their tight-fitting uniforms.
I walked into the plane; it wasn't a high-end airliner, and the equipment wasn't particularly luxurious. Everything seemed quite ordinary. I made my way to the luxury cabin, found my seat, and began to rest. The journey to South Korea wasn't very far; with a plane, it would only take a few hours. For me, this wasn't a long time, just a moment. As a Grandmaster, I could live for at least five hundred years. For me, leisurely life was incredibly long; time was something I could squander at will.
"Ah... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, sir... I was wrong... I'm sorry... Please forgive me." A moment later, the plane took off. An hour later, I suddenly heard a woman's scream, followed by her repeatedly apologizing in Korean. Clearly, this plane didn't belong to China, but to Korean Air of South Korea. Most of the passengers on board, since they were going there, could understand Korean, although some tour groups were also on board. However, they were a minority, and it wasn't the best time for travel, so there weren't any tour groups on the plane. The flight attendant had no problem speaking Korean.
"You bastard... how could you be so careless? Do you know how much this outfit cost? You bastard, how could you make such a mistake...!!" After the woman's voice, I heard an angry male voice yelling at the woman in front of him. He was clearly furious.
Upon hearing the voice, I unconsciously lifted my eyelids to look in the direction it came from. Not because of the man, but because of the woman. The voice was sweet and gentle, a feeling that soothed me. Without thinking, I focused my gaze on the woman, wanting to see what the owner of that voice looked like.
Sure enough, a beautiful woman's voice is always so beautiful. A beautiful woman appeared to my left. She was probably in her early twenties, lightly dressed, with a full and shapely figure, curvaceous and alluring. Her appearance was somewhat charming, soft and delicate, giving off a feeling of pity and tenderness, making one want to hold her in their arms and comfort her.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I really didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, please forgive me... I was wrong... I'll compensate you... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." The beautiful woman kept bowing and apologizing to the man in front of her. Standing before her was a South Korean man in his early thirties, not the pot-bellied type, nor the typical fat-headed, big-eared man from China, but his character wasn't much better. You could see a lewd glint in his eyes as he looked at the flight attendant; he was clearly no good.
"Compensate me? You bastard, do you know how much this dress cost? Over six million won... Over six million won, you know that?" the man shouted at the flight attendant, looking very angry, his arrogant demeanor making him seem incredibly important.
His words clearly drew many disapproving glances, but no one spoke up, seemingly unwilling to cause trouble for themselves, only looking at the flight attendant with pity. Six million won wasn't actually that much; converted to RMB, it was only a little over forty thousand yuan, not a large sum. This guy looks like his outfit is worth millions of dollars, it's disgusting...
In South Korea... Six million won isn't actually a lot, just three months' salary for a flight attendant, not much at all. However, at this moment, a hint of pain flashed across the pretty flight attendant's face, as if she had some unspeakable trouble. After biting her lip, she said to the disgusting man in his thirties in front of her, "I'm sorry, sir, I'll compensate you. I'll give you the money when we get off the plane, is that alright?"
After saying this, the South Korean flight attendant bowed to the man again. Undoubtedly, South Korea is a polite country, very particular about etiquette, somewhat similar to the Japanese. Although they aren't very harmonious with each other, they're not far apart in some ways. I don't have much affection for South Koreans either. They claim gossip is their national treasure... They propagate the idea that Zhu Yuanzhang was South Korean, and that Confucius was South Korean... The claim that the Chinese nation originated from South Koreans and that Chinese characters were created by South Koreans is utter nonsense that reveals their shamelessness. How could a tiny island nation like Korea have given rise to the Chinese nation? At the height of the Chinese civilization's glory, these neighboring Goryeo kingdoms were still eating radishes. When China entered the Warring States period with its flourishing of diverse schools of thought, these Goryeo kingdoms were still savages in the mountains. When the Chinese empire reached its zenith at the end of the Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period, they were still ruled by Gongsun Du of Liaodong, who couldn't even survive in China. Such a nation dares to say such things; they are utterly shameless. Therefore, I have no good feelings towards them. Of course, like Japan, beautiful women are not despised. If anyone should be despised, it's the men. As for beautiful women... hehe, I can accept them with a smile.
"Hmph... You think paying compensation is enough? Let me tell you, I'm going to file a complaint against you, file a complaint against you... You know that? I'm going to get your company fired... How can someone like you be a flight attendant?" The middle-aged South Korean man was still yelling, clearly not intending to let the flight attendant off
the hook. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, sir, I was wrong, please don't... This job is very important to me, my mother is sick, I need a lot of money... I can't lose this job, please... forgive me... I promise I'll pay you compensation... Please..." At this moment, the flight attendant's large, watery eyes filled with tears. She became even more respectful to the South Korean man, bowing repeatedly, tears streaming down her face involuntarily. She was a pitiful sight.
"Hehe... Is that so? Are you really going to apologize to me?" The middle-aged South Korean man's lips curled into a lewd grin at the sight. Looking at the flight attendant in front of him, it was clear that countless filthy thoughts were already running through his mind. I've seen that smile far too many times; every man can roughly understand what that smile represents.
"Yes... I'm very sorry. Please forgive me..." The flight attendant clearly didn't realize the seriousness of the situation, repeatedly apologizing and admitting her mistake. She kept her head down, not daring to look up, because in South Korea, a country with an abnormally high level of politeness, raising her head would be considered disrespectful.
"Heh... Okay, since that's the case... then..." The middle-aged man's lips curled into a lewd smile. He whispered a few words to the flight attendant.
Although others couldn't hear, I could hear it clearly. The man whispered to the South Korean flight attendant, "It's like this... Since you're willing to apologize, I'll wait for you at the Seoul National Hotel tonight. If you spend the night with me, then I'll forgive you... You don't need to pay for the clothes, what do you think?"
"Damn... shameless..." I cursed inwardly after hearing this. This South Korean old man was truly shameless. The most shameless thing was that he didn't even invite me to such a good opportunity. " This is utterly shameless!
" The flight attendant, her face pale, exclaimed involuntarily.
"So? Will you agree? If you agree, then everything can be settled... Otherwise... hehe..." The old man smirked lewdly, openly threatening the beautiful flight attendant.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I can compensate you, please don't do this..." the flight attendant cried, pleading with the old man. Frankly, the pressure in South Korea is immense. Although the national welfare is good, if someone is sick, the basic social security is definitely not enough. Even ordinary people struggle, let alone the sick. Moreover, the employment pressure is enormous. Once unemployed, finding a job is incredibly difficult; on average, dozens of people are vying for each position. Finding work after unemployment is a disaster, especially for those with sick family members.
"Pay up? I don't need it. So, agree? If you don't, then I'm sorry, you'll lose your job. I'm very familiar with Director Park of your Korean Air Seoul branch. With just one word from me, you'll never have a chance to recover. Based on the mistakes you've made, you'll definitely be fired." The old South Korean man said to the beautiful flight attendant in front of him, threatening her. It was an absolute, blatant threat. This guy was absolutely shameless.
"Sir..." The flight attendant was clearly in a dilemma, biting her lip as she looked at the old man in front of her, unsure of what to say. It seemed she was currently caught in a very difficult struggle. On one hand, there was her own body; on the other hand, there was her father. It was indeed a difficult choice. Although South Korea is a sexually liberal country, there are still people with very strong chastity concepts. After all, they have been influenced by China for thousands of years, and it's not so easy to change them.
"My patience is limited... Miss... I expect an answer from you now..." the old South Korean man said nonchalantly, glancing coldly at the woman before him, a victorious smile playing on his lips. He seemed confident of victory. "
I say... you really are something else... Don't you know what shame is? To do such a thing to such a pitiful lady, I'm truly ashamed of you... I used to have a good impression of South Koreans, but to be honest, after seeing you, I really think... you South Koreans aren't all that great... No... not that you're not great, you're just too shameless, I really don't know what to say... Sigh, how could I encounter such an annoying person like you on a peaceful flight? You're really something else, six million won, is that right? Here's eight thousand US dollars, is that enough? If so, please disappear from my sight, I really don't want to see you... you're just too disgusting..." I said slowly at this moment. After saying that, I walked over to the old man, took a wad of US dollars from my pocket, and tossed it to him. To be honest, that was about all the cash I had in my wallet. What can you do? Nobody carries hundreds of thousands of dollars on them, right? So I only had eight thousand US dollars in change.
The old man's face turned red and then pale after seeing what I did; he didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and said to me, "Kid, do you know who I am?"
"No...and I'm not interested in knowing...Who can you be? Don't tell me you're the president of South Korea, or the boss of Samsung Group...In my experience, truly wealthy people charter their own planes when they travel...How come you look like this, without even a follower? What makes you think you're so rich..." I said disdainfully to the old man in front of me, then turned to the beautiful flight attendant with a warm smile and said, "Go on...this is none of your business. You don't need to deal with this guy."
"Damn it, I'm Section Chief Yuan from Samsung Group's Seoul headquarters...How dare you treat me like this? Which company are you from? Tell me, I'm not finished with you! You dare insult Samsung Group...What company do you work for? How dare you go against me...I'll make you pay!" At this moment, the old man roared at me in fury.
His words caused everyone around him to change their expressions, attracting countless stares. Even the beautiful flight attendant's face paled slightly.
No wonder this guy dared to speak like that; he was from Samsung, and a section chief at that. A section chief at Samsung was merely a mid-level manager, but a mid-level manager at Samsung was definitely comparable to, or even more powerful than, the chairman of a small company. What was Samsung? Samsung was undoubtedly a dominant company in South Korea.
Samsung Group's total output accounted for a quarter of South Korea's GDP, and its market capitalization was 60% of all listed companies in South Korea. ... You can imagine Samsung's status in South Korea. They were undoubtedly an invisible hegemon, and naturally, no one dared to offend them. Even a lowly section chief could act with impunity in South Korea. ... Of course... compared to those hidden families, Samsung might not be much, because South Korea... although a small country, had a long history... and it wasn't unusual for some ancient families to be hidden there.
"South Korean Samsung? Heh... Impressive... But what does that have to do with me? Do you think you're the CEO of Samsung? You're so arrogant. I'm Chinese, not South Korean. You can't do anything about it, you idiot... And... you'd better stay put, or you'll be in trouble." I said, looking at the guy who called himself Section Chief Yuan, giving him a look of utter disbelief.
To be honest, South Korean Samsung's annual revenue has exceeded hundreds of billions of dollars for many years. It's definitely a world-class conglomerate, comparable to my northern enterprises. Of course, our massive black market is unmatched. Northern enterprises are definitely richer than Samsung, although there might be a slight difference in industry, but... their capital is far greater. Moreover, they are listed companies, while we aren't. They have numerous shareholders, while northern enterprises are my private property. I'm much richer than Samsung, and Samsung's largest market is in China. They can't survive without the Chinese market... And in China... If my Ice Mirror Society doesn't want a company to exist, they absolutely cannot exist. With a single word, I can prevent all of Samsung's resources from entering China, and no one will dare use Samsung products. Although it's only in the thirteen northern provinces, that area already covers half of China's market, enough to bring Samsung to its knees. So their lifeline is in my hands. Don't even mention a small section chief; even their chairman has to be extremely respectful to me. Offend me, and they will surely die.

Chapter 243 Target Girl
"Boy...you...you..." The old South Korean man said angrily to me, pointing at me and unable to speak.
"Heh. Let me tell you...you'd better shut your mouth, or you'll regret it." I glanced at the old South Korean man in front of me, not having time to pay him any attention. I turned around and prepared to sit down, speaking calmly to the old man behind me as I sat down.
"Damn it..." The old man was clearly enraged by me. His angry face was slightly ferocious. Without saying a word, he tried to attack me. However, when his fist was about to reach my back, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
"Ah..." The old man let out a scream and collapsed into his chair, clutching his stomach. He sat there motionless for a long time, sobbing and unable to utter a word, causing a stir among the people around him. The flight attendant looked at me with disbelief. I ignored the people around me, only glancing at the flight attendant standing next to me, a slight smile appearing on my lips. As if talking to myself, I said, "Heh, I told him not to mess with me, or he'd be in trouble. Tsk tsk... He insisted I take action. This guy is really not cute at all... You shouldn't stand here either, go on..."
The flight attendant gave me a grateful look, nodded, and left without saying anything more. It seems this seemingly weak and pitiful South Korean girl wasn't a fool. She understood that only a fool would talk to me at this time. That guy would definitely cause her trouble, and it also gave others an excuse. If others couldn't do anything to me, why couldn't they do anything to her? So she just gave me a grateful look and then left respectfully.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Li? I'm Congressman Han's secretary. I'm here to pick you up. Welcome to South Korea." As I walked out of the airport, a young South Korean man approached me respectfully and said. It seemed he recognized me; things were handled very well in South Korea. He came over immediately upon seeing me, clearly they knew me beforehand.
"Hello... I'm Li Tianxie. Let's go." I said calmly, following the secretary as we prepared to leave.
"Excuse me... Excuse me... Please wait a moment." Just as the secretary and I were walking out, a clear, melodious voice suddenly rang out behind me. A beautiful girl chased after me. I stopped and looked back. The beautiful flight attendant from the plane had changed her clothes and hurriedly ran over, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
After the flight attendant approached me, she smiled and said respectfully, "I'm sorry... sir, thank you so much earlier. I'm so sorry... I didn't thank you on my phone. I'm really sorry."
"It's alright, haha. I understand," I said with a slight smile to the beautiful girl in front of me.
"Anyway, I still want to thank you. My name is Kim Hye-ri... a flight attendant with Korean Air." The beautiful flight attendant, Kim Hye-ri, extended her hands towards me.
"Haha... hello..." I said with a slight smile.
"This is my phone number. You can contact me when you have time. I know you're not from South Korea. If you need anything, or if you want someone to show you around Seoul, you can come to me. I'll definitely help." Kim Hye-ri said with a smile, handing me a business card. I smiled and nodded after taking the card, then left with the secretary.
When we arrived at the entrance, three cars were there: a stretched Lincoln and two Mercedes. It seems this Representative Han is quite wealthy. I had investigated him beforehand; he's a South Korean representative, and although just a representative, he wields considerable power, having connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. He also enjoys high prestige within the South Korean party and is a potential candidate for the next president. No wonder Long Yi values him so highly.
Soon we arrived at a villa located on the outskirts of Seoul. The villa was surrounded by bodyguards in black suits. These men were all burly and professional, and several of them were even foreigners. These foreigners emanated a powerful aura, clearly indicating they were superhumans, but unfortunately… their levels weren't very high.
After I got out of the car, the secretary led me inside. We entered the villa's hall, which was decorated in a simple and bright Western style. The surroundings were all white, and the furniture was modern, giving it a cheerful feel. At that moment, a middle-aged man sitting on a white sofa in the center stood up, smiled slightly at me, and walked over, saying, "Hello, you're from China, right? I'm Han Quanmin... Please have a seat."
"Hello, Li Tianxie," I said with a faint smile to Han Quanmin, shaking his hand before following him to sit down on the sofa.
After we sat down, Han Quanmin waved to his men around him to leave, then took out a bottle of Remy Martin, poured me a drink, and said softly, "This time... I think your superiors have already explained your mission to you. Frankly, are you confident? My enemies are formidable. This time, it's my political adversaries, and they even have the support of the US government. They'll be deploying many people with special abilities. I want you to understand that this is very dangerous. Even the experts I've hired aren't confident. You need to know that those superhumans in the US government are extremely powerful; ordinary people are no match for them." "My own experts aren't up to the task, which is why I'm asking you for help. The Huaxia Dragon Group is the only organization that can rival the American Superman Special Forces; that's internationally known. However... you're so young... I really doubt your abilities. I'm sorry, this isn't an insult, it's just that you're too young, which makes me a little suspicious. You need to know that my daughter is my only family. I can't let anything happen to her. I'd do anything for her. If anything happens to my daughter, then I'm very sorry, I'll have to cancel our cooperation." Han Quanmin said calmly to me. My impression of Han Quanmin was... decisive... resolute, meticulous, and intelligent... Indeed, people who can reach this position aren't fools. Besides, I've investigated Han Quanmin; his family isn't very wealthy. He's reached this point entirely through his own hard work, step by step. People who can get to this level through their own efforts are all experts... I have no doubt about Han Quanmin's abilities.
"This explains my abilities." I smiled slightly and nonchalantly handed over my Dragon Group identification.
Han Quanmin took out my identification, looked at it, and then his expression changed drastically. He took the identification back with both hands and smiled at me, saying, "General Li, Deputy Leader of the Chinese Dragon Group... I believe in your abilities..."
I smiled nonchalantly. I now understood why Long Yi had specifically instructed me to bring my identification; it seemed the Dragon Group's reputation was truly effective. It completely changed Han Quanmin's attitude towards me.
"Hehe, since that's the case, Mr. Han, let's start talking about my mission. I've already received orders from above, but they're not very comprehensive. What I want to know is, what should I do?" I smiled slightly, picked up the red wine on the table, took a small sip, and said to Han Quanmin.
"It's like this," Han Quanmin said politely to me. "Recently, I've started cooperating with your Chinese government. However, my political enemies and the US government are very dissatisfied with this and plan to use it to attack me. I'm not afraid of them openly. Frankly speaking, I currently have a strong advantage domestically, and if nothing unexpected happens, I can become the next president. However, I'm worried that they will use some special methods to attack me. So what I need you to do is protect my daughter. My daughter is much more important to me than the president of the Republic of Korea. She is my only family, and I cannot lose her. Others understand this. So what I need you to do is ensure my daughter's safety until the election is over."
"I see... How long do you estimate it will take?" I asked noncommittally.
"Two months... But I estimate they won't make a move at first. They'll probably make their move about a week before the election. However, just in case, I have to protect my daughter, starting now. Unfortunately, my daughter and I have a bad relationship because of my wife's situation. She's very resistant to me, and my people can't get close to her at all. Moreover, my people aren't entirely confident in protecting her, so I need your help," Han Quanmin said calmly.
"I see... I agree... But what I want to know is how I can protect your daughter? Since she refuses to see your people, it's difficult for me to get close to her... You understand, it's hard to protect her without getting close to her..." I spread my hands and said to Han Quanmin.
"Well, don't worry. You don't look very old, you look like a high school student. I'll arrange for you to enter my daughter's school and be in the same class. That way, you can get close to her and protect her without causing her resentment... What do you think?" Han Quanmin smiled and said to me.
"Okay, I have no problem with that, it's settled then." I waved my hand helplessly. Actually, I didn't have any objections to this task. For me, doing more things might add some fun to my life. There's nothing wrong with fighting with Americans. They'll make me feel that the world is more interesting. I'm just annoyed that I have to be a student again. Why can I only be a student every time? Is it because I'm too handsome? Damn it, is it wrong to be handsome in this world?
"Hello everyone, this is our classmate from China, Li Tianxie. You can get to know him. Li used to be an excellent student in China. This time, he came to our school because of his parents' business. Let's give him a warm welcome." It was two days later. I was wearing a red South Korean high school uniform, the kind of Zhongshan suit style, standing on the podium. Next to me, an older South Korean man was introducing me to the whole class.
The current location is a high school in South Korea, and its name is quite unique: Volcano High School. It's an interesting name, as everyone in the school wears bright red uniforms, and the walls are also bright red. I wonder why these people chose such a name for their high school, and why they use such distinctive uniforms... However, corresponding to this bright red color, this high school is indeed very famous, just like their school—extremely famous. As for why it's famous... I don't know, but I do know it's very famous. Famous to the point that everyone knows it, at least in Seoul.
"Hello everyone, I'm Li Tianxie, from China..." I smiled and walked up to introduce myself to the people around me. I'm very familiar with this situation; I've said it more than once, and I don't feel anything special about it, just a warm smile.
"Ah...ah...ah..." A series of screams immediately came from below.
Many women screamed. To be honest, there were quite a few beauties among them, not top-tier, but at least they were attractive.
"Shh...shh..." A group of men made those sounds, indicating I wasn't the type to appeal to both men and women; at least, those guys weren't exactly welcoming.
The teacher ignored this, simply arranging for me to sit down at the very back of the classroom. Right in front of me was my target, Han Quanmin's daughter, Han Meizhu. Han Meizhu wasn't looking at me, seemingly indifferent to everything, just sitting there reading, as if she hadn't seen anything. However, I could tell she wasn't the cold, aloof type, because I could sense that kind of girl. Han Meizhu clearly wasn't, but she didn't seem particularly interested in me.
Looking at Han Meizhu sitting in front of me, I didn't say anything special. I was in South Korea to protect her, that's true, but I didn't need to fawn over her. She wasn't worth it. Not even her father was worthy of it. I was just a tourist, and protecting her was a side job. There was no need to be subservient.
"Hey... kid, are you new here? Do you know the rules?" My deskmate was a typical delinquent. Although he wasn't dressed as extravagantly as those guys back home, he was still wearing a school uniform. But judging from his appearance and his cocky tone, you could tell he wasn't a pushover.
"No," I replied with a slight smile.
"You know what? Everyone has to pay protection money to come here. Since you're new, I'll take 10,000 won from you today. 10,000 won to protect you for a week, how about it? Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble!" My deskmate said to me.
"Heh, okay... here you go..." I smiled slightly and unhesitatingly took out 10,000 won and handed it to the kid next to me, without even a hint of resistance. I couldn't be bothered with these kids. Since they wanted money, I figured I'd give it to them. I was bored anyway, so I'd consider it a reward for playing this joke on me. It's been so many years since anyone's charged me protection money; this feels pretty good.
"Hehe, not bad, kid. You're quite generous, I like that. You're a smart person. My name is Park Soon-woo. If anyone bullies you again, just come to me. Since I've taken your money, I definitely won't let anyone bully you." Park Soon-woo said to me with a smile, unconsciously smiling as he took the money.
Han Mi-joo, sitting in front of me, just glanced at me disdainfully and said dismissively, "Trash."
It seems this girl has quite a strong sense of heroism. Giving money makes someone trash, but what about those who don't? Are they fools? I don't know what she's thinking. Everyone has their own choices. This Han Mi-joo clearly has a gangster mentality, otherwise she wouldn't say such things.
Although Park Soon-woo next to me was somewhat dissatisfied with Han Mi-joo's words, he didn't say much. It seems Han Mi-joo is a high-society figure at school, otherwise, I don't think this guy next to me would be polite. This guy doesn't seem like the type to be gentle with women. If Han Mi-joo didn't have any skills, he would definitely teach her a lesson without hesitation.
Before they knew it, the class was over. Suddenly, seven or eight boys in school uniforms entered. One of them, with an ordinary appearance but a slightly arrogant air, glanced into the classroom and called out affectionately to Han Meizhu, "Meizhu..."
Han Meizhu looked up at the door, smiled slightly, gave him a charming look, stood up, walked to the door, and began chatting and laughing with the group. She seemed quite happy.
"Hey... Han Meizhu is the prettiest girl in our school... But... be careful, you shouldn't even think about it. See those guys at the gate? If you want to pursue Han Meizhu, you'll have to be able to handle them... But I don't think you have much of a chance. You're pretty handsome, but you're not as good as those infatuated girls. You have no hope for Han Meizhu. Han Meizhu only dates whoever is powerful and influential... Tsk tsk... You have no chance. That guy at the gate is our school's boss, Li Chengbiao... He's very powerful, and it's said that he's connected to the gangs outside the school. He's much more powerful than me. Nobody dares to mess with him, so you'd better not have any ideas about Han Meizhu, or you'll be in big danger. I won't be able to protect you then..." Park Soon-woo said to me. It seems that this guy also has a crush on Han Meizhu, but he just doesn't dare to pursue her. But I guess it's useless anyway. This guy is quite self-aware. I just don't know why Han Meizhu would have such thoughts. The future South Korean president's daughter is actually a little beauty... So worldly... Really... The world is full of wonders...

Chapter 244 Nightclub
"I understand, thank you, Park." I smiled slightly and said to Park Soon-woo beside me. After saying that, I ignored the group and looked with interest at Han Mei-zhu by the door. For me, Han Mei-zhu was clearly a target. I'm the kind of person who, if I do something, I'll do it perfectly. Otherwise, if word gets out that I, Li Tianxie, couldn't even protect one person, how could I face anyone?
Just then, the bell rang for class, and Han Mei-zhu walked into the school. The leader of the boys behind her called out to her, "Hey... Mei-zhu, remember we went out together tonight? I'll wait for you at the school gate..."
"Okay..." Han Mei-zhu turned around and said to the boy. She then walked over with a serene smile, sat down in her seat, and looked at me staring at her. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she ignored me and started reading.
A good bodyguard should eliminate danger around the client without disrupting their normal life, and even without them noticing. That's what a good bodyguard should do. Although I've never been a bodyguard, I've seen quite a few, and many of them are excellent. I'm naturally familiar with some of the rules, but... I'm not as rigid as others who are self-taught in this field.
After school, I followed Han Meizhu as she walked out. She saw the boys waiting for her and then left with them. There were quite a few of them, about a dozen, and they all looked very arrogant, heads held high and chests puffed out. Their bright red uniforms were particularly eye-catching. Many students around them looked at them with fear and unconsciously avoided them. It seems these guys are notorious at school; otherwise, they wouldn't have instilled such fear in everyone. Among their group stood seven or eight female students, all of whom looked quite attractive. However, judging from their smiling expressions, they didn't seem to be being forced.
In this day and age, school violence is deeply ingrained worldwide, and it's practically impossible to escape it now. Violence has become a persistent issue, and many schools have adopted a policy of turning a blind eye to it. As long as it doesn't disrupt the school's peace or cause too much harm, the schools generally ignore it, which only emboldens them.
Following Han Meizhu's footsteps, I didn't say anything as I watched them walk out. Seeing them casually walking out, each with an arm around a girl, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.
Undoubtedly, school uniforms aren't mandatory. At least, most students dislike wearing that damn thing when they come out. Fortunately, South Korean schools have excellent facilities, including changing rooms. After changing, I finally didn't have to walk out in that ridiculously silly uniform anymore. A black jacket and black casual pants made me look wild and dashing. My messy long hair flowed in the wind, and my black earrings, gleaming in the sunlight, looked particularly eerie. Combined with my wicked smile, I attracted everyone's attention. No one would mistake me for a student, but I still attracted countless infatuated glances, and screams rang in my ears. In this respect, South Korean women are undoubtedly much more open than Chinese women...
undoubtedly... My handsome and dashing appearance attracted countless eyes, but it also caused me a lot of trouble. As soon as I stepped out, I was surrounded by a group of infatuated girls, each one staring at me with starry eyes, making me blush. If I weren't thick-skinned, I really wouldn't know how to deal with these girls… Undoubtedly, their behavior satisfied my little vanity, but it also made it difficult for me to follow Han Meizhu.
Fortunately, Han Meizhu and her friends were just ordinary students, so following them wasn't difficult. If it were a group of experts, they would probably have run away long ago.
Han Meizhu and her group didn't do anything particularly unusual. They changed their clothes and came out, each dressed flamboyantly, but not too excessively, just a bit more mature and less innocent, giving off a charming and wild vibe… However, I must say, I don't really like this version of Han Meizhu. In my opinion, I prefer girls who are a little more refined. A seductive woman, like Tokugawa Hyakki, is fine for casual flings… But there's no way I'd be with her. If I were, I'd probably turn into the Hulk one day.
Speaking of that sexy Japanese Crown Princess, my heart skipped a beat. That woman is truly unforgettable. I must go to Japan and find her again sometime. That feeling was so exhilarating... a feeling of complete release, unforgettable.
While I was lost in thought, Han Meizhu and her group arrived at a fast-food restaurant. I hesitated for a moment and didn't go in. It was too small for me; I'd definitely be recognized, which would be a loss. It wasn't that I was afraid to appear before Han Meizhu, it was just not the right time.
After waiting for them for over half an hour, they finally came out. It was already getting dark. A group of young men and women were fooling around and playing, attracting countless stares as they strolled along. However, they seemed completely unconcerned, oblivious to the curious glances from those around them.
Along the way, a group of people entered a nightclub called "Rampage Night" in the last rays of the setting sun. Most of those entering were teenagers; very few were mature individuals. Of course, there were also some young men and women in their mid-twenties, likely white-collar workers. After all, the pressure of finding employment in this society is immense. These young people had just left school and entered the workforce. While white-collar life may seem comfortable, the pressure is actually enormous. The pressure of society has reached a point where many cannot bear it, and this place is undoubtedly a place for them to vent... Nightclubs... are undoubtedly a source of depravity and a foundation for madness. Countless people love to go here because they can completely change themselves, becoming someone else, seeking solace in depravity. Although this method is not recognized by mainstream society and is even despised, it is undoubtedly sought after by countless young people... because this is a place they have found to vent in a society lacking spiritual nourishment. Here, they happily release their inner repression... release their emotions. Seeing this scene, I was slightly taken aback, but then smiled .
I also quite liked places like this. Occasionally, I would go there alone for a couple of drinks, seeking pleasure in that decadent atmosphere. Sometimes I could find one or two beautiful women out for fun and have a wild night, then leave peacefully the next day, never to be seen again.
After Han Meizhu and the others went in, I followed. As soon as I entered the Frenzy Night, I heard a powerful burst of heavy metal music. Michael Jackson's charismatic and unique voice resonated throughout the nightclub, loud and powerful. Screams echoed from all around. On the stage, several girls in mini-skirts and black outfits danced wildly, while countless young men and women on the dance floor below swayed and screamed, waving their arms and releasing their pent-up emotions.
Under the dim lights, countless people sat at the surrounding bars and tables, puffing away on cigarettes. The place was packed. It seemed business was booming; the space looked large enough to hold over a thousand people. The person who could run this place was clearly no ordinary individual. It would be a miracle if there wasn't some local gang backing them. I wondered what Han Meizhu and her group were doing here. If it was just for fun, that would be fine, but if it was something else, it would be troublesome. Although it didn't make much difference to me, to be honest... I'm notoriously averse to trouble, and I'd rather avoid any problems.
"Awooo..." Countless screams seemed to emanate from the center of the dance floor, sounding like wolf howls. Seven or eight young men with brightly colored hair—clearly not good people—walked around the dance floor like wolves, staring intently at the beautiful women. Every now and then, they'd take advantage of the situation to satisfy their perverted desires.
"What a bunch of horny bastards..." I shook my head helplessly and chuckled, but I had no intention of causing trouble. They'd clearly been there for quite a while, and no one had bothered them, so they must have powerful connections. And the women they touched didn't resist much; at most, they'd just give them a dirty look. They seemed used to it. But then again, besides the women who came with their men, how many of the women who came alone were truly chaste? Probably not many good people. Otherwise, they wouldn't be here looking for thrills. Being touched a couple of times is nothing. Which woman who frequents this kind of place doesn't have eight or ten men? A couple of touches are nothing.
My gaze swept across the entire nightclub, and I spotted Han Meizhu and her group on the left. They were sitting there, had ordered some beers, and were chatting. I didn't know what they were talking about, but they seemed to be having a good time.
Seeing this, I didn't want to make a fool of myself by going to them. I figured they wouldn't welcome me anyway, so why bother? Instead, I went to the bar, found a chair, and sat down. From my seat, I could see Han Meizhu to my left.
"What would you like, sir?" a bartender asked respectfully with a warm smile.
"Hmm... a whiskey, please..." I said with a smile after a moment's hesitation.
"Okay... please wait a moment, it'll be right there." The bartender smiled slightly and handed me a whiskey. It wasn't great, but it was passable; after all, nobody expects high-class drinks in such a low-class place.
I took a small sip and looked towards Han Meizhu and her friends. Three or five of them had already left and were dancing and screaming on the dance floor. Han Meizhu, however, hadn't left; she was just smiling at her companions, enjoying the feeling the music gave her. I chatted with the man beside me every now and then, taking small sips of my drink.
"Hi... handsome, may I have a drink?" Just then, a seductive voice whispered in my ear. A stunningly beautiful woman, around twenty-five years old, appeared before me. She smiled slightly, swaying her hips slightly as she sat down opposite me. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she instantly exposed her snow-white breasts to me. Her low-cut long-sleeved t-shirt couldn't conceal her beautiful body, making my mind wander.
Even a fool could see that this woman was trying to pick me up. Naturally, I couldn't refuse. You see, nights in a foreign land are long, and for me, how could I live without a woman? Without a woman, I'd be like a drunkard without wine, a smoker without marijuana... It would be agonizing... At this moment, a woman offered herself up, so naturally I had no reason to refuse. I smiled slightly and said to the bar next door, "A Bloody Mary for this lady..."
"Hehe, thank you... handsome. You're so generous..." The beautiful woman gave me a flirtatious look and said.
"A woman as beautiful as you, I think even if Grandet were alive today, he would not hesitate to offer you a drink... So I'm not being generous, I'm just a normal man, because no normal man would refuse a beautiful woman's request." I smiled at the woman in front of me, and then casually glanced at her twice.
"Hehehe... you're so annoying... but you have such a sweet tongue... you must have charmed quite a few girls..." The glamorous woman in front of me said with a grin, then leaned closer to me, clearly trying to seduce me.
There's no reason for me to refuse such a tempting offer. To me, women are like fine wine—I can't live without them, and I need to constantly try new flavors to feel truly satisfied. So, without hesitation, I put an arm around the woman in front of me, gently patted her shoulder, and smiled, saying, "Hehe...you're wronging me. I've never lied to a woman. In fact, I'm very honest. I'm just speaking my mind. Of course, if you'd like, we can find a place to talk. I don't mind telling a lie for you."
But really, which woman here is truly chaste? To put it bluntly, it was just about finding a one-night stand. Naturally, there wasn't much pressure involved. It was like picking out your target at a market, exchanging a few pleasantries, and that was usually enough. So, the woman clearly didn't object to my actions. Instead, she gave me a flirtatious look, a hint of encouragement in her voice, and said in a coquettish tone, "You're so naughty... But... I'm quite curious about you, so I'll agree. Tonight, I want to see if you're really that honest..."
"Hehe...of course..." I smiled slightly and said to the beautiful woman in front of me. Just as I was about to say something, my expression suddenly changed, becoming somewhat ugly. I whispered to the woman beside me, "Sorry, I have some things to take care of. Please wait a moment, I'll be back soon..."
Before the woman beside me could answer, I left my seat and walked towards where Han Meizhu was. It turned out that while I was chatting with someone, Han Meizhu had already gone down to the dance floor with her companions and started dancing. Her companion, the man who had called Han Meizhu out that afternoon, the so-called "boss" of our school, chuckled lewdly, exchanged glances with his group of people, and then put a packet of powder into Han Meizhu's wine glass. As for what it was, I knew it at a glance...
Don't forget what I do? I can tell at a glance what drugs and aphrodisiacs are. Obviously, what that guy put in Han Meizhu's wine glass was some kind of aphrodisiac, and a strong one at that, high-end stuff. He wouldn't sell it for less than a thousand. It seems these guys really put in a lot of effort. If nothing unexpected happens, Han Meizhu probably won't be able to escape tonight. But unfortunately, Han Meizhu is now my protector, so that's unlikely to happen.
At this moment, they called Han Meizhu back and handed her the drink from the drugstore. At the same time, I arrived at their location, walked over, and without saying a word, slapped the guy who drugged her hard across the face.
"Slap..." A crisp slap echoed through the disco, followed by a figure flying off a table and landing on the ground, knocking over a pile of things. The noisy disco quickly quieted down, the music stopped its frenzied dance, and everyone who had been dancing wildly stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.

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