The bar was situated by the seaside in South Bay, not far from the Bishop's Mountain Dragon Manor.
Before heading out, Jason Hart made sure to ask for directions, so he had a rough idea of where it was.
It took some time to find a parking spot near the bar. His friends had arrived early, each with a supercar in hand—there were Ferraris and Lamborghinis, alongside several other luxury cars.
While other students had comic books and toys, Jason Hart's friends had supercars as standard.
Don't assume their families would hesitate to buy luxury cars for their children. Compared to the cost of a car, some parents were more concerned about their children being excluded from certain circles due to their inability to fit in.
Normal parents just wanted their children to study well and be safe and happy. However, at a certain level, the importance of social connections would become apparent.
Many parents went to great lengths to send their children to the East Phoenix Rose Private School, hoping they would meet more people and gain early access to high society, with academic performance becoming a secondary concern.
Take Adrian, nicknamed "Bamboo," for example. He had good social skills and often treated others to meals and drinks.
Since attending the East Phoenix Rose, he had brought in many big deals for his family's accounting firm. Even the auditing and settlement business of Jason Hart and Derek's families were entrusted to Bamboo's parents.
Compared to the tens of millions in profits brought in by these deals, buying a car or giving more pocket money was insignificant.
Of course, not all parents thought this way. The top-tier elite didn't need to worry about such things, but those slightly weaker in power tended to try to squeeze their way up.
The journey here had been thrilling.
Jason Hart changed out of his school uniform, now wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, holding a glass in his hand.
When they saw that the glass was filled with strong tea leaves, Bucktooth and Bamboo and the others were collectively stunned. This stuff was totally out of place for their age group.
With his hand behind his back and the glass in hand, Jason Hart chuckled, "Why are you all standing at the door? Let's go in."
"...We used to have an okay relationship with Liam, but I'm afraid there might be trouble when you're not around!"
Derek patted his pocket, jingling, and added, "I brought brass knuckles, one punch each, absolutely no disadvantage!"
Jason Hart was speechless and said, "They kindly invited us for drinks. Just drink and enjoy yourselves. What's with all the aggressive talk? I think Liam's alright, he's polite, trustworthy, let's get along well in the future and not cause any trouble."
With the three million dollars he received, even Liam looked more pleasing to the eye.
Bucktooth suddenly realized something and gasped, "Jason Hart, are you possessed!? Weren't you always talking about giving him a hard time? And what's with this teacup? We're here to drink, don't we have the aura of the Rose High School leader?"
Derek stroked his chin, then sighed, "Seeing this teacup reminds me of my dad, he drinks tea like clockwork every day, wherever he goes."
"Hmm? I happen to not have any tea leaves. Remember to steal some good tea for me, all I found at home was black tea and floral tea."
Jason Hart sighed and said, "At my age, I've already seen through it. These days, I've decided to retire from the arena and focus on drinking tea for a healthier life."
"???"
"!???"
"What the hell..."
Bucktooth decisively raised his middle finger.
Influenced by Jason Hart, this little group had treated Liam as their biggest rival for the past two or three years and had often had conflicts with him.
However, Jason Hart's attitude suddenly changed. Now, he even brought up the idea of retiring from the scene and praised Liam. This drastic shift was difficult for Bucktooth and Derek to accept for a moment.
As they walked, Bamboo asked, "Jason Hart, has Liam caught you doing something? If not, let's fight them, who's afraid of whom!"
Jason Hart remained unmoved and simply said, "Stop watching so many martial arts movies. Have you heard of 'harmony brings wealth'? I'm busy with other things lately and plan to shift to business in the future. Save up some money, earn some interest, buy some stocks or something."
"...Jason Hart must be crazy."
"That's right, I bet Liam hired a Southeast Asian shaman to put a spell on him."
As soon as Derek finished speaking, Bucktooth's attention was immediately diverted. He exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, are you watching this Eastern drama too?"
"Yeah, it's a rerun. I watch it every day. Tonight, I probably won't be able to watch it, but I have the videotape, the whole series!"
...
Jason Hart was speechless.
But he didn't say anything, just hoping these few sarcastic friends would calm down and continue walking forward.
Inside the bar, the noise was deafening.
The booming music made hearts beat out of rhythm.
It was only a little after seven, and the guests were just starting to arrive. Many booths were still empty.
Groups of girls selling drinks were chatting and giggling, all dressed in short skirts, attracting attention.
With smiles on their faces, they began to seek out their targets, sitting directly on the laps of familiar customers.
Seeing these women, Jason Hart thought back to the scene a few days ago at the Birdcage Hotel in the Wynn.
So decadent, so shameless.
They even targeted him, a high school student, and not only that but two at once, ganging up on him.
At this moment, he looked at them with disdain.
Taking a sip of tea to calm his nerves, he noticed that several of the female hostesses were very poor, with torn stockings, but they continued to wear them.
There were also some very imposing figures, tall women wearing bunny ear headbands, coming towards them.
As this bunny girl approached.
Jason Hart accidentally slipped, and his red Ferrari car key fell to the ground.
She was thoughtful.
She helped pick it up and handed it to Jason Hart with a smile on her face.
Bucktooth saw this scene and felt frustrated. "Jason Hart, you're becoming shameless. Can you be any more obvious?"
"What obvious? It was an accident, my flirting skills are that basic? Bribing someone is the most boring thing ever. I only believe in true love."
Jason Hart's tone was matter-of-fact.
In his early years, he often heard that supercars weren't just supercars, they were like "beauty harvesters." He wanted to see if that was really the case.
From the reaction of this bunny girl, it seemed so.
Just as she was about to leave.
The bunny girl dressed as a hostess suddenly approached him again, smiling and asking, "Have you reserved a table, handsome? If you want to have fun, find me, I can give you a few bottles of beer for free."
Jason Hart's eyes were sharp, and he noticed that her neckline seemed to have dropped two centimeters lower than before...