Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The words had barely fallen from his lips, when a man named Sun Neng stretched out his hand with a fiendish grin. He reached out for Qiao Huanhuan's cheek, but at that moment, Qing Cheng, who was behind her, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Qiao Huanhuan's wrist, and pulled her to her side, deftly avoiding the man's inappropriate advance.

Chu Mo took a deliberate glance at the woman in the trench coat, and when he saw her eyes slightly squint, he suddenly felt that this woman, who had been behaving so charmingly moments ago, now exuded a dangerous aura.

After all, Qiao Huanhuan was one of his people. If he couldn't even protect a woman, not to mention what Fan Zhijian would think of him, Chu Mo would feel too ashamed to face anyone. His previous decision to hold back and retreat wasn't out of fear of the other party, but simply because he didn't want to cause a scene.

Since the others were aggressive and there was no possibility of a peaceful resolution, Chu Mo lost any interest in continually backing down.

He nodded slightly at Fan Gao beside him. With an order from Fan Gao, over twenty towering bodyguards in black emerged from the adjacent private room and encircled the area around their room.

The bodyguards had been waiting on standby in the room next door to remain inconspicuous until Chu Mo gave an order or in case a special situation arose when they were not allowed to come out.

Now, as dozens of tall and strong bodyguards surrounded the area around Chu Mo, the group of more than a dozen people opposite started to get restless. Even the previously calm man with a scar across his face couldn't hide a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Mo, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness, casually said:

"I said let's consider today's matters settled, and act as if nothing ever happened. I am saying it for the last time, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"

Upon finishing his statement, Chu Mo had thought the other party would take the hint and back off. However, the man with the square face suddenly snorted disdainfully:

"Hmph... Having more people means nothing. Have you even asked around in Magic City what kind of person Brother Xiong is? I've said you won't walk out of Seasons Pavilion, and I mean it. If you're not convinced, let's see who's tougher!"

The reddened-faced man finished speaking and took out his phone, intending to call some backup after a quick search.

At this moment, however, the previously cold-faced scarred man stopped him with a hand gesture and shook his head slightly:

"Brother Xiong, as the saying goes, the more friends you have, the more paths you find. This friend here seems decent. Let's drink a cup together and forget about today's matter, what do you say?"

As the words of the scarred man fell, the square-faced middle-aged man's expression softened slightly. He was about to respond when he saw the other party shaking his head slightly.

Finnaly grasping what was going on, the square-faced man glanced behind him. When he saw the group of professional bodyguards with stern faces, the slightly drunken middle-aged man sobered up a bit and nodded slowly:

"I'll give Dao Ye face today. I'll drink this tea!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the square-faced man gulped down the tea in his hand and then, without lingering any longer, he turned to leave, saying:

"Let's go...!"

The group had come in a hurry and left just as quickly. In mere moments, the dozen or so people had turned and departed. Chu Mo gestured to Fan Gao by his side, and when he approached, Chu Mo whispered:

"They must have recognized my identity. Go warn them not to talk recklessly about tonight's events, or they will bear the consequences."

Fan Gao immediately nodded and then turned to head outside the private room.

Once the bodyguards had left, Fang Lihu closed the door. Chu Mo's gaze then shifted to the woman in the trench coat beside him, he raised an eyebrow slightly, and asked curiously:

"Just now, looking at you, it seemed like you were planning to make a move, weren't you? Have you learned martial arts?"

The trench-coated lady with the charming face slightly bowed her head and then spoke with a melodious voice:

"Compared to the bodyguards around Mr. Chu, I'm nothing. I only know some fancy but impractical kung fu tricks, which I use for self-defense. They might work against ordinary people, but they're definitely not enough against a true expert."

As the voice of the trench-coated lady fell, Qing Cheng by her side took over and said:

"Xiao Huan, you're being too modest. Who doesn't know that you're ranked fourth in the underworld? If it weren't for the age restriction, your real strength would be at least higher than a seventh-degree black belt. If I hadn't stopped you just now, those dozen or so men would not have been enough for you to handle on your own!"

Upon hearing this, the lady across from them just glanced at Qing Cheng without rebuttal, which seemed to suggest her strength was indeed quite formidable.

But it made sense; although the Fan brothers did not have the background of the eight major families, training a martial arts expert was not difficult for them. Perhaps she was not on par with a half-step Grandmaster or a Great Grandmaster, she was certainly stronger than a typical professional bodyguard, that much was clear.

Of course, it was exceptional for Qiao Huanhuan to possess such strength along with her dreamy good looks, which scored ninety-seven out of a hundred.

Most importantly, the entrancing skills she had demonstrated when facing the square-faced man were enough to make any man succumb.

Impressive martial prowess combined with a unique charm that could captivate souls — that was the most distinctive feature of the woman before him.

Chu Mo had not particularly valued Qiao Huanhuan before, treating her as an accessory to the Qing sisters, even planning to let her follow them around in the role of a servant.

However, now, having witnessed her skills firsthand, Chu Mo suddenly felt that the exceptional female servants trained by the Fan family were not just simple vases; each of them had their unique strengths. If allowed to fully utilize their talents, they might achieve unexpected results.

Chu Mo gently picked up the tea in front of him and while tasting it casually, he set his gaze on Qiao Huanhuan. After a moment, he opened his mouth and said:

"Xiao Huan, since Fan Zhijian has arranged for you to be by my side, I won't let you down. I'll give you two choices. One is to go with Qing Guo and Qing Cheng to Denmark. They are your best friends, and you can take care of each other by being together, and you can help them accomplish their mission."

"The other, if you don't want to be a subordinate to others, if you don't want to lead an unremarkable life, I can offer you a chance, a chance to rid yourself of the status of a female attendant!"

When Chu Mo finished speaking, the trench-coated lady's gaze turned to the Qing sisters, her eyes showing a hint of confusion and struggle.

At this point, Qing Cheng, unable to contain her concern for Qiao Huanhuan and seeing that she had yet to speak, finally broke the silence:

"Xiao Huan, although it will be joyful for the three of us sisters to be together, that's definitely not the life you want. My sister and I have found our life's ambitions. Our current status is that of Danish princesses. Following us is just a waste of life, but if you stay by Mr. Chu's side, you will surely find your own path in life."

"You don't know what Mr. Chu has given us. We now own shares in Oracle Corporation, are stakeholders in Citibank, as well as founders of an angel investment enterprise. Our net worth altogether exceeds three hundred billion. If you can win Mr. Chu's favor, your achievements will surely be no less than ours!"

It was evident that the Qing sisters had a great relationship with Qiao Huanhuan. They truly wished her well, which is why they also hoped she would make the right choice.

Meanwhile, the trench-coated lady pondered deeply, looking at the sisters with a gaze that slowly shifted from confusion to determination. Finally, taking a deep breath, Qiao Huanhuan turned her eyes towards Chu Mo and said with a voice heavy with resolve:

"Mr. Chu, I am willing to follow your arrangements!"