Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 98 A Big Shot Arrives, This Spendthrift Woman is Too Wild!

The entire room fell silent.

Only the background music continues to play soothing jazz, oblivious to its impending doom.

Ye Cunxin held an empty wine glass in her hand, disdainfully shaking off the wine stains on her hands. The ruthless, sophisticated woman from Beijing that emanated from her very bones could no longer be suppressed.

"Where did this fat pig come from? It smells like mutton and it's giving me a headache."

She turned around and buried her face in Qi Tongwei's arms, her voice becoming sweet and coquettish again, "Honey, this person is disgusting, I need to wash my hands."

The fat Middle Eastern man was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he had been splashed with wine.

"You bitch!" he roared, wiping the alcohol from his face, enraged. "Cripple this man! Take the woman away!"

Four bodyguards reacted immediately upon hearing the noise and rushed towards Qi Tongwei.

Qi Tongwei remained motionless.

He even had the leisure to help Ye Cunxin straighten her slightly slipped shoulder strap.

Just as the bodyguards' hands were about to touch Qi Tongwei's clothes...

"stop!"

Uncle Nine's voice was as sharp as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He had just gone to arrange the drinks when he turned around and saw this scene; he was so scared he almost jumped out of his skin.

If that guy were to make a move here, "Royal One" would probably turn into "Royal Ruins" tonight.

Uncle Nine practically tumbled and crawled into the crowd, standing directly in front of Qi Tongwei.

"Prince Hassan! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Uncle Nine was sweating profusely, desperately trying to wink at the fat Middle Eastern man.

"Misunderstanding my foot!" Prince Hassan roared in fury. "This woman threw wine in my face! Do you know who I am? How much money do I lose here every year? If you don't kill these two today, I'm withdrawing my investment!"

Uncle Nine's face stiffened.

On one side is a big spender, and on the other is a living devil with a black gold card.

This question is too difficult to answer.

But Uncle Nine was a seasoned veteran of the underworld. He rolled his eyes, leaned close to Hassan's ear, and whispered a few words.

No one could hear what he said.

All that could be seen was Hassan's chubby face, which had been flushed red, suddenly turning deathly pale.

His gaze swept back and forth between Ye Cunxin's black gold card and Qi Tongwei's indifferent face with fear, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"You mean...that's the Scorpion Boss's..." Hassan asked, trembling.

Uncle Nine didn't speak, but nodded heavily.

Hassan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

On this land, even if you are an oil prince, if you offend a warlord or drug lord like Scorpion, you will only become a barrel of oil fertilizer.

"Misunderstanding... misunderstanding." Hassan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, all his previous arrogance vanished. "I... I was drunk and mistook you for someone else. I'm so sorry, so very sorry."

After saying that, he and his four bodyguards, as if their backsides were on fire, slunk away through the crowd.

The whole affair ended abruptly, with a lot of drama but little substance.

The onlookers booed, feeling a bit disappointed at not getting to see any excitement.

Only Qi Tongwei knew that if that fat man had left a second later, Zhong Kui, who had been hiding in the shadows, would probably have changed the color of the floor.

"Boring." Ye Cunxin pouted and casually placed the empty wine glass on the tray of a passing waiter.

She turned around, put her hands on Qi Tongwei's shoulders, and practically hung on him.

Those peach blossom eyes shimmered with water, as if they could steal one's soul.

"Honey, that fatso just called you a gigolo."

As she spoke, she picked up a ten-thousand-dollar coin from the pile of chips she had just won and slipped it into the slightly open collar of Qi Tongwei's shirt.

The cold chips slid down his burning chest muscles, past his firm abs, and finally got stuck on the edge of his belt.

This highly provocative gesture made the gamblers around him stare wide-eyed.

"So, do you think I am?" Qi Tongwei grabbed her still-misbehaving hand, his voice low and deep.

"You're my great demon king." Ye Cunxin stood on tiptoe and bit his lips hard, leaving an ambiguous tooth mark. "And the kind that eats people."

Qi Tongwei smiled.

He looked up, his gaze passing over the crowd, and seemingly casually fell upon the one-way glass window on the third floor that faced the lobby.

【Eagle Eye Vision - Fully Open】

The gaze penetrated through that special glass coating.

Behind them, a man wearing a floral shirt and with a black scorpion tattooed on his left cheek sat on a leather sofa, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, watching the farce unfolding downstairs with great interest.

Scorpion.

finally found you.

Just then, Qi Tongwei heard a faint electrical sound in his ears.

That's the vibration from bone conduction headphones.

Zhong Kui's voice was as cold as if it had just been taken out of a freezer: "Found it. Fourth floor, east side, 'Palace of Bliss' private room. There are two heavy machine guns at the door, and the corridor is full of infrared alarms. Zhao Ruilong is inside, having one of those parties."

"Is that stand-in also here?" Qi Tongwei asked, his lips barely moving, in a voice only he could hear.

"Yes. And they've brought that witness named Liu Qing with them. They're... playing a really perverted game." Zhong Kui's voice rarely carried a hint of disgust.

Qi Tongwei withdrew his gaze and looked down at Ye Cunxin, who was adjusting his collar in his arms.

"Have you had enough fun?" he asked.

Ye Cunxin paused, raised her head, and her eyes no longer held any trace of the previous daze and intoxication, only a clear calmness and eager excitement.

"We've only just warmed up," she said with a laugh, drawing a circle on his chest with her finger. "What's next? Are we just going to blow him up?"

"That's too rude." Qi Tongwei straightened his cuffs, took out the chip that Ye Cunxin had just stuffed into his hand, and casually flicked it to the dealer next to him as a tip.

"Since that scorpion likes to watch the show upstairs, let's go up and put on a good show for him."

Qi Tongwei took Ye Cunxin's hand and turned to look at Uncle Jiu, who had been wiping his sweat on the side.

That look made Uncle Nine's heart, which had just settled down, jump back into his throat.

"Uncle Nine, right?"

Qi Tongwei's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout half the hall.

"Playing with such a small amount of money is pointless. I heard you have a rule here that people with black cards are qualified to challenge the boss?"

Uncle Nine's face turned green instantly.

This is a challenge!

"There is such a rule..." Uncle Nine stammered, "but the boss has important guests tonight, so perhaps..."

"Since we have distinguished guests, we should make it even more lively."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Tongwei strode off towards the stairs leading to the third floor.