Chapter 8: Settling Scores

The next day, Chen Mo woke up from the hotel bed, with Ruby still lying asleep beside him.

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh that even an old Bentley is still a Bentley; the driving experience is simply superb.

Especially those two huge headlights, they make a person's eyes spin.

They say thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger.

The thirty‑year‑old Ruby's combat ability is extraordinary; compared with those young girls in his nightclub, her combat power is more than just a notch higher.

Chen Mo changed clothes, ignored the still‑sleeping Ruby, tossed a few Golden Ox cards, thought for a moment and placed a business card, then left directly.

No matter how good the driving experience is, it's still someone else's car.

Turning a public bus into a private one is immoral.

But occasionally taking it for a spin is still fine.

The main point is you don't have to be careful; you can floor the accelerator.

Not long after he returned to the office, Thirteen Sister called.

"Ah Mo, what's going on? You caused trouble on Hong Tai's turf last night? Mr. Jiang just called me, saying Pi Yanmei wants him to give an explanation!"

"Damn, Pi Yanmei wants an explanation, and I still want to demand one from him!"

Chen Mo briefly recounted last night's events over the phone.

"Alright, Pi Yanmei has arranged to meet at noon at Fushun Restaurant to settle the score."

When the time comes, I'll go with you; after all, we're in the right, no need to fear."

After hearing Chen Mo explain the whole story, Thirteen Sister also thought Chen Mo was right.

Our own junior, of course we have to support him.

"Fine, then it's up to you, sister!"

After hanging up, Chen Mo immediately summoned Gao Jin.

"Ah Jin, have the brothers under your command prepare in advance; if nothing goes wrong, we'll act tonight."

Settle the score? What a joke.

Only old guys like to settle scores.

When you're out in the world, it's only natural that the ones with bigger fists get the say.

Chen Mo had no intention of reaching any result from the noon settlement.

At twelve noon, Chen Mo arrived at Fushun Restaurant on time with Thirteen Sister.

Chen Mei had already brought people to wait in a private room.

The Crown Prince wasn't there; he was probably either in the hospital or at home.

Beside Chen Mei were Wei Jixiang and Xiao Ba Wang.

Supreme Emperor Deng Bo, who is allied with Lian Sheng, was also in the private room.

He was invited by Pi Yanmei to serve as a witness.

"Uncle Chen Mei, long time no see, you truly grow stronger with age!"

"Deng Bo, you really should lose weight; getting older makes high blood pressure easy!"

Thirteen Sister warmly greeted the two senior elders.

Deng Bo wore a friendly smile, enjoying Thirteen Sister's concern: "I'm old now, don't feel like moving, losing weight is enough."

Chen Mei, seeing that Thirteen Sister had arrived, was displeased: "Why is it you? Isn't Jiang Tiansheng coming?"

"Ah Mo is my junior, so of course I'm the one acting as the boss! Mr. Jiang is so busy, this little matter doesn't need to trouble him!"

Chen Mei kept trying to rely on seniority, but he didn't even consider what power Hong Tai had, or what power Great Prosperity possessed.

Although Thirteen Sister is only the head of a hall, facing Pi Yanmei is definitely enough.

"Fine, since you're willing to stand up for your junior, tell me, your men caused trouble in our Hong Tai venue and injured more than twenty of us; how do you intend to answer me for this?"

Thirteen Sister sat opposite Chen Mei, her expression calm, and said: "Uncle Chen Mei, this isn't a matter where whatever you say becomes truth! Whether my junior is at fault or not, let's lay it out clearly and let Deng Bo judge the matter."

Receiving Thirteen Sister's cue, Chen Mo recounted last night's events once more.

Of course, he downplayed the part where he was provocative.

"Look, Ah Mo went to your venue to help your business, but you blocked us from leaving! And it was your people who made the first move."

"Even though it's your Hong Tai venue, didn't your people go a bit too far?"

"Deng Bo, you're a senior in the jianghu, so please judge: who really owes an explanation to whom?"

Before Deng Bo could speak, Xiao Ba Wang behind Pi Yanmei slammed the table: "What do you mean, Chen Mo injured over twenty of us, and the Crown Prince even lost an arm, and in the end this is still our fault?"

"Do we still have to give you an explanation?"

Chen Mo also slammed the table, shouting at Xiao Ba Wang: "What are you shouting for? Does a louder voice make it right?"

"What right do you have to speak to my boss?"

Pi Yanmei held back the Xiao Ba Wang ready to rush at Chen Mo, and with a cold snort said: "Wasn't it Chen Mo who first tried to take our people away?"

"Uncle Chen Mei, could you be clearer? Which of 'your people'? They were willing to go onstage, I paid the full price, can't I take them away?"

Chen Mo wore a disdainful expression.

"You..."

Pi Yanmei wanted to say something else, but couldn't.

He certainly couldn't say that Ruby is Wei Jixiang's woman!

Even if he wanted to say so, Wei Jixiang might not acknowledge it.

Even if Wei Jixiang were willing to acknowledge it, he still wouldn't!

The women of the Red Stick in the Triad Society still want to go out and sell, and Hong Tai would be disgraced.

"Tea, tea!" Deng Bo halted both sides from continuing the argument.

"This matter, although Hong Tai's men were in the wrong first, Chen Mo's strike was indeed a bit too heavy!

I say, pay some medical fees, set up a reconciliation banquet, and let's just leave it at that."

One had to admit, Deng Fei was indeed a master at smoothing things over, offending neither side.

"Fine, then I'll give Uncle Deng face." Chen Mei suppressed the anger in his heart and frowned, "One million, you pay one million in medical fees and we'll let this go!"

Chen Mo slapped the table: "What the hell are you dreaming? Ass Brow, one million could buy your life!"

"What did you say? Do you want to die? Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're with Great Prosperity!"

Little Tyrant slapped the table, stood up directly, and was about to charge at Chen Mo.

Ass Brow grabbed Little Tyrant tight, the skin on his face twitching.

It had been many years since anyone had called him that to his face.

"Very well, you Great Prosperity people are quite something! Thirteen Sister, I won't ask for this one million in medical fees.

Now, either Chen Mo kneels and apologizes to me, or we fight!"

Thirteen Sister frowned and said coldly, "Uncle Mei, since you put it that way, then we'll go by the rules of the underworld. Pick a hall and go to war with my Portland Street!"

Although Chen Mo's words were excessive, an apology was acceptable, but kneeling was going too far.

Chen Mei was deliberately humiliating Chen Mo.

Besides, Thirteen Sister noticed that Chen Mo's attitude was a bit off.

As Hong Tai's enforcer, Little Tyrant had quite a few underlings, but not much territory.

If it weren't for the fact that he could barely afford to feed his underlings with the territory he currently had, he wouldn't have thought about switching over to East Prosperity.

Now that there was a chance to fight his way into Portland Street, he stepped up without hesitation.

"No need to choose, I, Little Tyrant, will take this on! I can't beat all of Great Prosperity, but your Portland Street is nothing in my eyes."

Little Tyrant took the matter upon himself, and Ass Brow didn't say anything more, simply putting on a stern face, standing up, and walking out.

Wei Jixiang immediately followed.

He was very panicked inside right now.

Although he hadn't taken much action these past few years, it didn't mean he didn't care about the Triad Society's affairs.

He knew all too well what kind of strength Hong Tai had. If they really fought Great Prosperity, it would be like striking a stone with an egg.

Even though this time it was only against one hall of Portland Street, Little Tyrant was still just a red pole of Hong Tai.

Little Tyrant relied entirely on fighting for people and collecting debts to earn some hard-earned money. Feeding his underlings was already tough enough—where would he get the money to fight Portland Street!