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"Fuck him up."
After gulping down half a glass of white liquor, Chu Mo's face, already slightly flushed, slammed the table and stood up.
"Chu Bro, from now on, you're my big brother, Zhou Gang. I'll do whatever you say, and the brothers will listen to you."
The earring-clad youth beside him, who had just downed three glasses of liquor in succession, suddenly rose to his feet too, known as the most hot-tempered among the group. If it hadn't been for Li Ming holding him back, this twenty-year-old wealthy second-generation would've already rushed up with a bottle in hand.
With someone taking the lead, the fearless wealthy second-generations all echoed in agreement, ready to pick up a bottle and charge at the slightest provocation.
At this moment, the calmest person in the group turned out to be Li Ming. This third-generation rich kid with a ruffian vibe turned his gaze towards Lu Siyue sitting in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"Si Yue, what do you say about this?"
