Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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Yuan Zhisheng sat on the sofa to the side, his arms outstretched and resting naturally on the back of the sofa. The noise around him was deafening, but his heart was incredibly relaxed and peaceful.

At least here, at least at this moment, Genjiro doesn't need to think about the issues that determine the survival of his family, nor does he need to painstakingly set traps to hunt down the demon whose bloodline has gone out of control.

Caesar sat on the sofa on the other side, quickly shaking off his annoyance at being "tattled on" by Gao Kui. He raised his right hand and enthusiastically high-fived each of the girls who served him drinks, finally slapping one of the girls' plump and perky buttocks with a "smack".

Gao Kui and Chu Zihang sat on the sofa facing the stage, looking at the colorful lights and pairs of long, beautiful legs and swaying buttocks, and exclaimed in their hearts that it was truly an eye-opening experience and the trip was worthwhile.

Who said Japanese girls have thick legs, bowlegs, or unattractive leg shapes? Aren't these girls' legs all long and straight, and their breasts and butts are also very perky—top-tier AA+ quality!

The girls who delivered the drinks quickly finished a simple dance, blew kisses and waved to the four men, and reluctantly left with their flags and empty cannon salutes.

"These girls are all employees who have signed contracts with the nightclub. They are all between 20 and 23 years old, and some are still college students who come to the nightclub to earn some pocket money."

Their job duties mainly include serving drinks to customers in private rooms, dancing, drinking with customers, chatting, and playing games. They also receive a commission for whatever drinks the customers order during their outings.

Most importantly, the nightclub provides them with weekly medical checkups. In principle, they don't sell their bodies; they only sell their smiles and services, after all, our nightclub is a legitimate one.

But if they hit it off with a customer and decide to have a passionate but fleeting romance after the party, we won't stop them.

Genjiro, puffing on the Cohiba cigar Caesar had given him, pointed outside the private room: "As for those I had blocked off, they were either hired atmosphere staff or customers who didn't have much money and wanted to use their looks to freeload or hook up with rich guys. It was a mixed bag."

Nobody knew if they had any illnesses, so I had them kept out of the private room.

Although the four-person private room is in a corner and seems inconspicuous, it is one of the most expensive private rooms in the entire venue, and the partygoers who often hang out here all know this private room.

When the four arrived, they were spotted by many partygoers in the nightclub. In terms of looks alone, the other men in the nightclub combined couldn't match the four of them, so naturally, a swarm of admirers flocked to them.

Yuanzhi was afraid that something might go wrong, so he stopped everyone.

Gao Kui gave Yuan Zhisheng a thumbs up: "Bro, your Chinese is pretty good. You can even say words like 'fishing for rich guys' and 'a mixed bag'."

Yuan Zhisheng was both amused and exasperated.

After all that I've said, you're most concerned about my Chinese proficiency?

"Hey, why say so much?"

Caesar clapped his hands in annoyance: "Have you forgotten why we came here? Hurry up and bring the wine and the girls, I can't wait!"

Caesar brought Gao Kui to the nightclub primarily to show Jiu De Mai an exorbitant bill, and only secondarily for a life of debauchery.

"OK, OK, there will be drinks, and there will be girls too."

Genji looked at Takagi: "So what kind of drinks would you like to order, sake, red wine, or champagne? If it's champagne, I recommend Cooke Anbonne Black Diamond Blanc de Noir Champagne. It's the most expensive champagne in our nightclub, and a bottle costs one million yen."

Gao Kui waved his hand dismissively: "Don't mention Japanese yen to me, say US dollars!"

"Okay, that's over ten thousand US dollars per bottle. We have plenty in our warehouse, as well as other kinds of high-end wines. Don't worry, it's absolutely genuine."

Gao Kui fiddled with the black gold card and asked, "Have you seen the movie 'The Big Shot' starring Bao Beier?"

"You know I'm Japanese."

"What about that South Korean movie called 'Veteran'?"

"I haven't seen it either."

Gao Kui then looked at Caesar and Chu Zihang, who both shook their heads. "We've never even heard of the movie you're talking about."

So what kind of drinks do you want to order?

I know the card you have; the balance is too low to scare the lady who gave it to you.

Gao Kui didn't beat around the bush and simply tossed the card to Yuan Zhisheng, saying casually, "What I mean is, from now on, I'll pay for everything."

Yuan Zhisheng was slightly taken aback.

"cool."

Caesar clapped excitedly: "Why didn't I think of such a wasteful way? We must do it again tomorrow, and I'll pay the bill."

Yuan Zhisheng picked up the black gold card: "Will the whole thing be paid for?"

There are many ways to pay the bill for the entire night: it could be just paying for others' bar bills or low-end drinks, or it could be enough to cover the nightclub's normal daily revenue, in case anyone orders expensive drinks during that time..."

"I said, I'll pay for the whole thing."

Gao Kui interrupted Yuan Zhisheng, still calm and collected: "Move out all the wine from the warehouse, call out all the girls from the nightclub, and distribute the revenue to everyone."

Of course, the girls wanted us to choose first.

"Are you sure you want to do this? If I were the lady who gave you the card, I would rush over and kill you the moment I received the bill."

Genji was somewhat worried. If Kassel's strongest S-class student died drunk in Japan, or was killed by his girlfriend in a nightclub the next day, Angers would definitely cause trouble for the Japanese branch.

"Women's money is naturally meant for us boys to spend. If you give me the card but don't allow me to spend it this way or that way, what's the point of giving it to me?"

"And what's wrong with me going to nightclubs? I'm a good guy just because I go to nightclubs. It's my right as a person. Forbidding me from going to nightclubs is disrespecting my independent personality..."

Gao Kui, with his neck stiff, began to punch with great conviction. His nonsensical logic made Yuan Zhisheng and the others increasingly frustrated, and by the end, they even wanted to leap up and punch Gao Kui a few times.

In the end, Yuan Zhisheng gave the card to the nightclub manager, who roughly calculated a number and then swiped the card on the POS machine with a "beep".

Then, after waiting a few minutes for the bank to confirm and transfer the money, the bill was finally issued.

"All the alcohol in the warehouse, the bar fees, and the girls' escort fees add up to a total of US$1665 million. Since you are a friend of Director Yuan, we will only charge you US$1660 million."

The nightclub manager, his eyes burning with desire, bowed deeply and respectfully, returning the card and bill to Gao Kui—a real fat sheep!

The warehouse is theoretically full of high-end liquor, enough to sell for a quarter. After deducting the money laundering for other businesses of the company, this nightclub's average nightly turnover is only around $500,000. This handsome guy in front of me casually spent more than $10 million.

Gao Kui's hands were trembling when he received the card.

"It actually works!?"

Yuan Zhisheng was so shocked that he almost dropped his cigar: "Over sixteen million US dollars, just to enjoy one night of fun at a nightclub."

Theoretically, your card does have no spending limit, but once a certain limit is exceeded, the bank will temporarily suspend payments and will only release the money after contacting the account holder for confirmation.

"This is insane! Absolutely insane! What kind of woman would pay for this bill? Is her father Bill Gates or something?!"

Yuan Zhisheng already knew perfectly well how much the wine in the warehouse was worth.

From the beginning, he didn't think he could get the money out of the card. No girl would let her boyfriend spend over ten million US dollars to party in nightclubs.

But in the end, the money was still credited.

So, Gul'dan, what was the price?

Gao Kui shakily stuffed the card back into his pocket, leaned closer to Chu Zihang, and whispered in his ear, "Protect me."

Chu Zihang nodded, his expression grave.

The total value of "Uncle's" several companies is probably around 70 to 80 million US dollars. In China, this would make him an absolute tycoon, and even globally, having assets of 70 to 80 million US dollars would make him an absolute tycoon.

Now, Gao Kui waved his hand and spent one-fifth of "Uncle's" total assets.

Chu Zihang felt that if Jiu De Mai was in Japan, she wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow; she would probably come over that very night and kill Gao Kui, who dared to squander her hard-earned money, in the nightclub's private room.

"Take care of yourself. Be careful where you go these next couple of days. You never know, there might be a truck driver with cancer running red lights."

Caesar, the instigator, solemnly instructed Gao Kui to pay close attention to security in the coming days.

Even for Caesar, who was not short of money, sixteen million US dollars was not a small amount; the bill was far more expensive than Caesar had expected.

He squandered the Gattuso family's money lavishly, simply because he knew the Gattuso family was incredibly wealthy, not because he was unaware of the weight of money. Caesar was aware that countless people in the world struggled to make ends meet, barely scraping by for three meals a day.

Caesar thought that Gao Kui might be the first person to throw away sixteen million US dollars in a nightclub just for one night of pleasure.

"A little over ten million US dollars is nothing. My relationship with my girlfriend is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. To quote the Book of Songs, 'Until the mountains crumble, the rivers run dry, winter thunder roars, summer snow falls, and heaven and earth unite, only then will I part from you.'"

Gao Kui forced a smile and instructed the nightclub manager, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring the girls over. Bring them in batches, and put the girls who just came in last."

“Impressive.” Caesar gave a thumbs up.

Handsome guys like us can't be possessed forever by ordinary girls. We should share our love equally and spread it to more girls.

The group, who were terrified by the large bill, quickly shifted their attention to the girls who were about to be brought by the manager.

Ultimately, none of those present—whether the richest Caesar and Genjiro, or the poorest Gao Kui—actually cared about money, or at least not the most.

They can enjoy delicacies from land and sea, as well as street food stalls and barbecue skewers.

It's just over sixteen million US dollars, isn't it?

Mai Shude also led a group to vandalize a significant portion of Kassel. How will the cost of rebuilding Kassel be calculated? In reality, Mai Shude should be the one being hunted down.

But then again, if over 16 million could really be spent, then Mai Shude was indeed very generous.

Soon, the nightclub manager led a group of brightly dressed girls back into the private room. This group was not as provocatively dressed as the previous girls.

JK style, urban style, widow/young woman style, delicate lady style... there are all kinds of clothing, overall image and temperament.

"Ishihara Ririna".

"Yange Kyoko."

"Takanashi Ai-i".

……

The girls lined up, introducing themselves with fiery eyes that seemed to ignite the world. They had just learned the story of sixteen million dollars from the manager.

"Why aren't they dressed as scantily anymore?" Gao Kui couldn't help but wonder.

“Every day, we select a few of the ‘princesses’ from the store and have them dress up in hot and sexy outfits to serve drinks. The other ‘princesses’ maintain their own style to meet the needs of different customers.”

"If you want, all the girls can change into bikinis."

"Never mind, keep this one, and this one too."

Gao Kui casually picked out two girls and looked at Caesar and the others: "And you?"

Caesar shook his head, Chu Zihang remained silent, and Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand: "Change the batch."

The JK girl and the married woman, who were allowed to stay, were overjoyed and sat on either side of Gao Kui and Chu Zihang.

Soon, the nightclub manager brought in another group of girls.

Yuan Zhisheng casually raised his eyes and glanced at the girls, then his pupils suddenly contracted, the cigar in his mouth fell to his lap with a "thud" and rolled to the ground, his body tensed and relaxed instantly, staring intently at one of the girls.

"Girls, tell Young Master Gao your names~" the nightclub manager shouted in a flamboyant manner.

"My name is Norika Amakusa." The first girl bowed slightly.

"My name is Sakai Nanami." The second girl bowed slightly.

"Kazama Ruri." The third girl did not bow.