"Leah, don’t worry, tell your brother in law what happened."
Upon hearing this, David jumped up and quickly put on his clothes and grabbed his things.
"Brother in law, Avery and I are cornered in the toilet. They are trying to force us to drink alcohol."
"Avery said she saw them put powder into our drinks."
"And they all seed to be drunk."
Leah spoke haltingly, her words slurred with fear.
"Do not rush, Leah, tell your brother in law the room number."
Luis ran outside while comforting her.
Leah’s voice trembled, and she was stunned for a mont before saying, "It is V888, in the corridor. at the very end."
Luis could not wait for the elevator, so he went straight into the fire escape staircase and ran downstairs.
Because he could vaguely hear hysterical, slightly manic shouting coming from the other end of the phone, probably outside the bathroom door.
"Leah, you bitch stop pretending. It is my birthday today. If you dare not drink my wine, you are not leaving this hotel."
"That is right, you do not even give Young Master David face, are you tired of living?"
"What are you pretending to be innocent for? Those big boobs are just for n to play with."
"What are you pretending for, dressed like that? Damn it, open the door now, or I am going to squeeze your tits until they burst."
Luis sprinted into the KTV in the hotel’s annex, imdiately attracting the attention of security guards and staff. Ignoring their shouts, he rushed inside.
Upon seeing the signpost, David imdiately found the V888 private room at the end of the corridor. His eyes reddened, and he kicked the door open and rushed inside.
Inside the luxurious private room, there was not even any music playing. A dozen or so stylishly dressed young people were cramd in the corner by the toilet door, shouting loudly as if they were all drunk.
Several young n, staggering and still kicking the door, turned around at the sa ti after hearing the noise.
The one clearly in charge was a slick haired, fair skinned young man who looked to be just an adult. His face was flushed red, indicating he had drunk a great deal of alcohol.
Upon seeing an unfamiliar, uninvited guest barge in, the man’s brain imdiately went blank, and he cursed, "Where did this bastard co from? Did you co into the wrong room?"
"Get lost, do not disturb our young master David’s enjoynt."
"Get out, or I will beat you up."
A group of thugs joined in the shouting, but David, with an arrogant smile, ignored David and continued kicking the door and cursing.
"Leah, Avery. you two get out here right now, or I will have soone tear the door down in a minute."
"Fuck your grandma. You will not listen to reason, so you will have to suffer the consequences. I will squeeze your boobs until they burst."
They kicked the door hard, even tried to break it open with small stools, but to no avail, which made them even more furious.
Turning around, David saw Luis walking towards them with a gloomy expression. He grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it over, yelling, "Get lost. You want to die?"
"Ding."
Almost the instant he picked up the bottle, a System notification sounded in his mind, and the whole world seed to freeze. David’s movents even stopped for a mont.
"Ding. Risk detected. Would you like to use a blind box and one attribute point to exchange for a corresponding skill?"
Luis was genuinely surprised by how considerate the System was, and checked the System’s inventory.
Three blind boxes, one attribute point, and a Aphrodisiac Incense, male.
"Exchange."
In the urgency of the situation, and eager to save the damsel in distress, Luis did not have ti to ask any questions and imdiately chose to exchange the items.
"Ding. Skill exchange successful. Fighting specialization loaded."
In just a mont, it seed like a lot of things flooded into his mind, but it also felt like they were there naturally.
It is like riding a bicycle or swimming, when you do not know how, it feels incredibly difficult, but when you do, it does not feel special at all.
With a stamina level of 9, the body has sufficient coordination, and the added fighting skills beco almost instinctive reactions.
David’s bottle was less than three ters away from where it hit him, a normal person would never have been able to react in ti.
Luis almost instinctively dodged to the side in an instant, and the beer bottle smashed to the ground behind him with a crisp cracking sound.
Seeing Luis’s angry expression, everyone knew he was up to no good. One of the thugs reacted quickly and kicked Luis.
Seeing that the man’s quick reaction might indicate he was a trained fighter, Luis’s eyes turned cold. He grabbed the man’s foot and swiftly slapped him across the face.
The slap was crisp and clear, and the thug imdiately fell to the ground, clearly stunned by the blow.
"Fuck. you are asking for it."
David also raised a bottle and smashed it towards Luis’s face. This move was decisive and ruthless. Luis quickly dodged and kicked him in return.
The kick landed squarely on David, who groaned and stumbled back a few steps before crashing into the wall.
However, the corner space was limited, and there were about ten of them, who were clearly in a high spirited state.
Although David ca on strong, he was alone and had no room to use his full strength, so he could not scare the group of thugs who had obviously caused a lot of trouble.
"Fuck your mother."
"Looking for a beating, huh. Let us get him."
Several people quickly surrounded them. Although they were all slightly weak from drinking, they were surprisingly fierce in this excited state.
Punches and kicks were one thing, but so grabbed bottles and smashed them. They were all at an age where they did not know their own strength, and Luis was caught off guard and hit several tis.
In the chaos, David ran over again and smashed a bottle over Luis’s head.
Feeling a heat on his forehead, Luis’s anger and ferocity flared up. He saw David grab the thick ashtray on the table and smash it again.
After Luis sidestepped the blond haired boy, he lunged at David, blocked his arm with one hand, and swung his fist, landing a solid punch on his face.
This punch was thrown with absolutely no restraint, sending David flying sideways into a liquor table before he collapsed limply onto the floor.
"Stop! Don’t move!!"
The fight had already reached a fever pitch. The staff, who had sensed sothing amiss earlier, reacted swiftly. Over ten tall, burly security guards ard with rubber batons rushed in imdiately.
They shouted fiercely but didn’t approach recklessly, clearly accustod to such situations in a place like this.
Young punks often don’t know their own strength when they attack, and no one wanted to take an unnecessary hit. Most importantly, establishnts like this were notoriously ruthless.
After entering amidst the chaos, so of them discreetly smashed the old sound system, while others broke the already aged glass tabletop.
"Damn it, I said don’t move."
Luis had retreated to the restroom door. Just then, a young punk with dyed blond hair, his face covered in blood, raised a liquor bottle to smash it. Luis raised his arm and blocked it forcefully without retaliating.
Seeing this, the blond punk, feeling humiliated and enraged, went to grab another bottle. This finally angered the thick-faced security chief, who saw it as a direct challenge to his authority.
These enforcers prized their reputation above all. The tall, muscular chief imdiately stepped forward, shoved the blond punk away, and roared with fury.
The blond punk wiped the blood from his face, showing no fear whatsoever, and instead shouted, "Mind your own business! Young Master David got beaten up by this asshole!"
"What??"
The security chief glanced to the side and saw the son of one of the hotel’s shareholders lying on the ground.
This Young Master David was a familiar face, a regular here since before he even finished high school. Everyone working here knew this spoiled playboy.
The security chief’s expression changed instantly. He ordered his n to help the unconscious David up while glaring viciously at Luis. With a sweep of his hand, he barked, "Damn it, causing trouble here? Take him to the security office."
It was obvious they were taking sides. Luis had spent his early years on the streets; he’d be a fool not to recognize this blatant favoritism.
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