The Ultimate Devil's Magnificent CEO

"Little Yaoyao, I'm going to take you to see the show!"

Zhou Fan gently patted Chen Yao. Then, not bothering to see if she had snapped out of her daze, he spun them around a few times before stopping beside Vatican.

"Don't get too mesmerized. It's showtime!" Zhou Fan whispered as he passed Vatican, then led Chen Yao over to a spot not far from Chu Wen and Xiaolu.

"'A show? What show?' Only now, after being led in a partial spin by Zhou Fan, did Chen Yao finally react. She lifted her blushing face and whispered her question."

CRACK!

Before Zhou Fan could respond, a sharp crack echoed out. Vatican had already made his move!

Although the light was dim, Vatican was a master, after all, so this was a simple task for him. The moment one of the men approached, Vatican's hand shot out and grabbed his arm. With a bit of pressure, the man's arm snapped. He then struck the man's neck with the edge of his hand, knocking him unconscious.

Following that, Vatican moved like a phantom in the darkness. Weaving between his targets, he took down the remaining men in less than a minute, knocking them all unconscious and breaking one of each of their arms.

And through it all, not a single person in the crowd, completely lost in dancing with their partners, noticed a thing.

"Hehe, no biggie!" Back in front of Zheng Sisi, Vatican flashed a goofy grin.

Seeing Vatican, who had been so ferocious just moments ago, now looking all goofy, Zheng Sisi couldn't help but laugh. Then, chiding him like a big sister, she said, "Don't be so impulsive next time. That was dangerous!"

It was just a simple sentence, but Vatican felt like he was floating on cloud nine. 'Zheng Sisi was actually worried about me!'

Just then, the lights in the bar flickered back on.

"Hey! Why are there people passed out on the floor?" After getting a look from Zhou Fan, Chu Wen suddenly started shouting at the top of his lungs, pointing at the unconscious figures on the ground. His exaggerated cry sent a wave of panic through the crowd, and everyone scrambled backward.

"I recognize those guys! They're the bar's security guards! What's going on here? You're not planning to do something to us customers, are you?" Zhou Fan yelled, pulling Chen Yao with him as he blended into the crowd.

"It must be! I knew it! The way that security guard looked at me when I came in earlier felt so wrong! Where's your boss? Get out here and explain yourselves! Are you after our money or our lives?" As long as a topic didn't involve Zheng Sisi, Vatican was always quite animated. He now stood in the middle of the room, one hand holding Zheng Sisi and the other on his hip.

As Zhou Fan's trio stirred up trouble, many in the crowd began to panic as well. They started shouting for the owner to come out and give an explanation. Even though none of them had been harmed, such is the power of herd mentality.

At that moment, a dozen or so people were seated in a private room on the second floor, watching the farce unfold below.

"What should we do? Should we send a few more of our guys down to deal with them?" a man sitting beside the main seat asked the middle-aged man at the head of the table in a low voice.

"No need to rush. First, let's get the other customers out of here. We'll get a good look at the strength of Zhou Fan and Vatican for ourselves," the middle-aged man said, shaking his head. "Although Li Mei has already sent her people, Zhou Fan only has one head. Whoever takes it gets the credit. Go make the arrangements."

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, a man standing by the door of the private room slowly got up, opened the door, and walked out.

"Everyone, I'm the owner here. What just happened was due to our oversight. To express our apologies, everyone's tab tonight is on the house!" The owner stood on the second-floor balcony, clapping his hands to get the crowd's attention before speaking loudly. "However, we also hope for your understanding. We have an urgent matter to attend to right now, so we must ask everyone to please exit in an orderly fashion!"

As soon as the owner finished speaking, dozens of thugs in suits suddenly rushed out from all directions. Each one brandished a dagger or a club, their expressions menacing.

Faced with this scene, even if some people were unhappy with the arrangement, they didn't dare show it. They had no choice but to grab their companions and quickly leave.

Soon, the only customers left in the bar were the six of them—Zhou Fan's group. It wasn't that the thugs were stopping them; it was that they had no intention of leaving in the first place.

"Everyone else is gone. Tell your boss to come out!" Chu Wen might not be much of a fighter himself, but having been through a lot with Zhou Fan and Vatican, he was sharp enough to read the situation. Seeing Zhou Fan and Vatican already lounging on a nearby sofa, he understood perfectly. They had likely come here tonight specifically to tear the place down.

An ordinary person facing dozens of thugs eyeing them menacingly would have been terrified. But Chu Wen wasn't afraid. Why would he be? He had a former captain of Wolf Fang and his own brother-in-law by his side—both of them were total badasses!

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The sound of applause echoed as the private room door opened once more. Several figures emerged, led by a middle-aged man in foreign-style clothing. "Excellent, excellent. The Young Master of the Chu Family. You truly have courage and perception. So much better than that coward, Chu Yifeng!"