Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

I thought I'd hit it big tonight.

But then...

Su Chen actually defeated the King of Wine.

"Sir, my boss would like to see you."

At that moment, a waiter came over and said to Su Chen.

"Your boss?" Su Chen was taken aback.

The waiter pointed to a woman in the distance, dressed in a suit, wearing a hat, and looking somewhat like a man, and said, "Yes, the boss would like to have a chat with you in a private room."

Since it was a woman, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Led by the waiter.

Su Chen arrived at the private room.

Inside the room.

The woman in the suit was sitting on the sofa, with her feet up on the coffee table.

Beside her, two enchanting women were giving her a back massage.

"I'm not sure why the boss has called for me?" Su Chen asked.

"You've challenged and succeeded over the King of Wine, making you the new King of Wine. I'll tell you about the rights and duties of the King of Wine," said the tomboyish boss.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in being the King of Wine, I'm just here looking for someone," Su Chen said directly.

"Do you know what being the King of Wine represents?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way," Su Chen said, turning to leave.

"You said you're looking for someone, who are you looking for?" the tomboy boss stopped Su Chen.

"I'm looking for the rich young master."

The tomboy boss said casually, "Then you should sit down and talk."

"I'm very busy, and I must see the rich young master tonight," Su Chen seemed a bit impatient.

"If you walk out now, you'll definitely regret it," said the tomboy boss.

"Oh? Why?" Su Chen turned around and looked at the tomboy boss.

The tomboy boss removed the sunglasses from her eyes.

With a curve on the corner of her mouth, she said, "Because I am the rich young song!"

She was the rich young master!

Su Chen was stunned.

Although the woman was dressed in a tomboyish manner.

She was undoubtedly a woman.

The rich young master, wasn't that supposed to be a man?

A woman being called a rich young master?

"I think you're mistaken, my name is Young Song, as in singing a song, not the brother you were thinking of," the tomboy laughed.

"You really are Young Song?" Su Chen's mouth twitched.

"Why? Do I not look like it?"

"Honestly, not at all."

Young Song laughed, "If you think I don't look like it, then so be it. So, what brings you to find me?"

"I'm looking for a woman..." Su Chen first mentioned the name Chu Xingyao.

"Sorry, I've never heard that name before. Do you have any other names?" Young Song asked.

"Rose."

Young Song squinted her eyes and said, "In the whole Jiangdu City, there are exactly one hundred and thirty-eight women with the stage name Rose. Who are you looking for?"

One hundred and thirty-eight...

Remembered so clearly?

Su Chen was stunned.

It seems, this Young Song really has something extraordinary.

However, finding one among a hundred and thirty-eight would be quite troublesome.

But Su Chen described the appearance of the woman named Rose based on his memory.

"I know." Unexpectedly, Su Chen just described a few features.

Young Song already knew who it was.

"Where is she?" Su Chen asked excitedly.

"I can tell you, but you must agree to be our bar's King of Wine. Otherwise, I won't tell you," Young Song said with a smile.

"Well... I don't have that much time." Su Chen frowned.

"Don't worry, you don't need to always be in the bar. If we need you, I'll call you," Young Song said.

"Then... alright." Since that was the case, he agreed first.

Find Chu Xingyao first.

"Rose, Royal No.9's top, height 1.68 meters... a small mole at the corner of her mouth, loves to pin a fresh rose in her hair, hence the name." Young Song quickly said.

Su Chen's mouth twitched.

Goodness, he only mentioned a few features, yet Young Song knew all of Rose's characteristics.

It seemed that the woman in the video indeed had a rose pinned in her hair.

Royal No.9!

Su Chen finally knew where Chu Xingyao was.

As long as he knew where Chu Xingyao was.

Then everything would be easier.

"Goodbye." Su Chen said, preparing to leave.

"Wait." Young Song stopped Su Chen.

"Is there anything else?" Su Chen asked.

"Do you know what kind of place Royal No.9 is? Judging by your look, it seems like you're planning to cause trouble there," Young Song squinted and said.

"Let me remind you, Royal No.9 isn't a place where just anyone can cause trouble. Many who have caused trouble there ended up with tragic results."

"Thanks for the warning."

Su Chen nodded.

Even if the Royal No.9 is a dragon's den, he would still go.

Besides, a mere entertainment venue is nothing compared to the places where he's done missions before. Is there anywhere he wouldn't dare to go?

Since Su Chen was determined to go, Young Song didn't stop him.

"Alright then, I'll go with you," Young Song said, "I can speak up for you over there."

"Thank you, then." Having someone knowledgeable to lead the way is also a good thing.

Royal No.9.

"Come over and drink with me," said a pot-bellied middle-aged man to a girl who looked like a student.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just a waitress," the girl replied calmly.

The middle-aged man laughed at her words, "Oh? Didn't expect to find such a pure stream here."

Indeed, the girl looked very innocent, and although she was wearing makeup.

It was very light.

So light, it almost looked like no makeup at all.

"Young lady, if you're not here to drink with me, what are you doing in a place like this?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"I'm working part-time," the girl answered.

"How much do they pay you here per month?"

"Five thousand," the girl honestly said.

"Only five thousand..." The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "I also own a company. How about working for me instead? I'll pay you fifteen thousand, and you won't have to work as hard or stay up late."

"No need, thank you. I'm only working for a month," the girl said.

She had come to this kind of place.

Because she owed someone money.

She planned to work for a month, pay off her debts, and then quit.

"You look like a student, right?"

"Yes." The girl didn't hide it.

"A college student?"

The girl nodded again.

"Haha, a female college student... Even after you graduate, you might only earn two or three thousand a month. Let me be blunt: I like you. Be my mistress, and I'll pay you twenty thousand a month. How's that?" the middle-aged man said bluntly.

"No, thanks," the girl shook her head.

"Oh? Too little? How about thirty thousand?"

"Really, no need," the girl still shook her head.

"Forty thousand!"

"Sir, if you continue, I'll have to get someone else to serve you."

"Fifty thousand!"

"No!" The girl's face had turned a bit cold, feeling insulted by his offer.

"Damn, don't appreciate it when given face! Tonight, whether you agree or not, you're doing it!" the middle-aged man was furious.

A mere hostess daring enough not to give him face.

The previous female college students would light up at his offer of twenty thousand to support them, eager to throw themselves at him.

Surprisingly, even at fifty thousand, this college girl still refused.

It seemed she really was a rare find.

Tonight, no matter what, he would get her!