Yoh fished out his phone from his pocket and punched in a number. The person on the other end was one of his servants, who also happened to be a distant relative. Yoh gave him strict instructions.
"Bring Yohan here immediately!" he barked into the receiver.
Ten minutes later, a scrawny man with messy hair dragged Yohan, who was wearing a hoodie and mask, into the dimly lit restroom inside the bar. The thin man knocked on one of the closed toilet doors until it finally opened to reveal Yoh's impatient figure. He hissed at them both.
"What took you two so long when you were just out in the parking lot?"
The thin man bowed deeply before answering hastily. "I'm sorry young master. Young Master Sean's bodyguard almost didn't let us enter earlier."
Yoh snorted in annoyance as he immediately stripped down to his underwear, tossing his clothes towards Yohan.
"Quickly change your clothes!" Yoh urged in an almost gleeful tone. "This time, you need to apologize to the man with eyes like a dead fish named Sean. I 'accidentally' spilled vodka on his limited edition coat." he chuckled. "And he's one of the impatient ones, usually the others still give me face if I ask for a minute, but this guy doesn't. He almost punished me immediately... luckily, I was allowed, when I said I wanted to go to the toilet for a while..."
Yohan was used to this kind of thing from Yoh, so he simply nodded and changed into Yoh's clothes.
"However, we only have 15 minutes before his bodyguards come in here and drag me away... Actually scratch that! You're already ten minutes late!"
As if the time pressure wasn't bad enough, Yoh added one more tidbit of information with an evil glint in his eye.
"And do you want to know why I 'accidentally' spilled vodka on him?" Yohan knew what Yoh really wanted to ask: "Do you know why I chose this person to torment you?"
"Because..." he trailed off, leaving a pause that hung heavy in the air. "Whenever Sean gets upset with someone, he'll pull out their nails... So good luck cousin~"
The implication behind his words hung heavy in the air as Yohan realized just how much trouble he might be in. Of course, Yoh had orchestrated this entire situation just for fun. He enjoyed tormenting poor Yohan by picking fights with other young masters from wealthy families whenever possible.
Yoh had the privilege of using his family name and connections to easily get out of trouble, but he deliberately chose not to. Every time Yoh caused trouble, he pretended to be sorry and was willing to take a beating or whatever punishment necessary until the young masters were satisfied. These young masters with high self-esteem loved nothing more than humiliating their peers, stepping on people of equal status made them feel more powerful and boosted their egos.
Because Yoh was so frequently embroiled in these incidents, rumors began circulating that he was a masochist. But Yoh didn't care about his reputation, his hatred for Yohan ran deep, and making Yohan suffer was all that mattered.
There had been one incident where Yohan nearly became a victim of sexual harassment by one of the young masters. Luckily, the secret bodyguards hired by Yoh to protect him from such incidents, intervened just in time. Yoh had always been careful not to cross any lines when it came to bullying Yohan.
After all, he would have to pretend to experience whatever it was that Yohan was experiencing too. Since then, Yoh had become more selective about which targets he chose to bully Yohan. He couldn't risk his name being associated with such a scandal.
Yoh finished changing into the hoodie and mask, exchanging clothes with Yohan who now wore his expensive brand-name outfit. Just as Yohan was about to exit the restroom, Sean's bodyguard barged in and grabbed his arm. Yoh and his servant quickly hid behind a toilet cubicle until both Yohan and the bodyguard had disappeared from sight.
As Yohan made his way to where Sean was drinking, he couldn't help but notice the number of people in the bar. It seemed like there would be even more spectators watching him being humiliated tonight. Suddenly, his arm felt a sharp pain as the bodyguard dragged him along without any regard for his much shorter stature.
Yohan winced in pain and spoke up in a flat tone.
"I can walk by myself. If I get hurt because of you, you'll be the one in trouble. It's different if your young master hurts me..."
The bodyguard stiffened at this rebuke and exchanged silent signals with his partner before finally letting go of Yohan's arm. Eventually, he let go of Yohan's arm at which point Yohan gave him a small nod.
"Thank you for listening to me."
The bodyguard became even more awkward and remained silent while accompanying Yohan from behind. Yohan took the opportunity to massage his arm, feeling slightly relieved.
Little did he know that there were four pairs of eyes watching him intently, all staring at him with a mixture of interest and curiosity.
"I didn't expect a low-quality bar like this to have such a rare beauty." one of the men whistled in admiration.
"Even though we just randomly stumbled upon this place, my gut tells me that something interesting is about to happen here" another man chimed in eagerly.
"Hey, is your brother coming here?" One of the men put his arm around the shoulder of another man whose eyes were still fixed on Yohan's retreating figure.
"I'm not sure. Only a miracle can make him come here." the other man replied as he finally tore his gaze away from Yohan's back but couldn't help glancing back once more before looking away for good.
The man with his arm around his shoulder had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke to the man beside him.
"Wanna bet?"
"Bet about what?" the other man asked curiously.
"If your brother comes here tonight, no matter what happens, you have to bring that cute guy over to our table. You then have to pretend to confess your love for him, and finally ask him out if you can." He replied with a sly grin.
"Are you crazy?!" The other man exclaimed in disbelief.
"Why not? If I lose, you can order me anything anyway. And I can see that you're interested in that kid." He added teasingly.
"Nonsense." The man replied quickly, trying to brush it off and avoid any further discussion on this topic altogether.
But it was too late, another voice joined in. The man who had whistled earlier spoke up, adding his own thoughts.
"Let me do it! That guy is my type!"
Suddenly, a whiskey glass was slammed loudly onto the table. The owner of said glass spoke up determinedly.
"I'll do it... if you lose, your project with Mr. Lang will be mine..."
The man who made the bet chuckled in response.
"Ok, deal, Kane."