Wrong Interrogation Room, The First Cracked Case Shocked the World

Chapter 61: Controlling life and death, the godfather's temperament!

Ning Cheng sat in Zhao Luowei's booth, a calm observer amidst the brewing storm. The surrounding male and female models, especially the men, eyed him with hostility. They resented his presence, viewing him as a threat to their comfortable existence. Zhao Luowei, their generous patron, was a goldmine, showering them with money and attention. A handsome guy like Ning Cheng, practically a walking Adonis, was a direct challenge to their position.

"Hey, this is a private booth. Can you keep your eyes open and watch it?" a handsome male model sneered, his voice laced with arrogance. "If you want a drink, go to another booth. This isn't the place for you!"

He assumed Ning Cheng was just another barfly, looking for a free drink and a chance to flirt. The Star Bar, catering primarily to women, was a magnet for men hoping to charm their way into a wealthy woman's company. But the male models, acting as gatekeepers, usually kept them at bay.

Zhao Luowei, however, remained unfazed by the tension. Her initial flicker of interest in Ning Cheng's striking appearance had quickly faded. She'd seen countless men try to win her over, and she wasn't easily impressed. Her gaze hardened, a mocking glint in her eyes. She hated men, especially those who reminded her of her cheating father.

She reveled in watching men fawn over her, their desperate attempts to win her favor. The wealthier and more powerful they were, the more she enjoyed seeing them humbled, their arrogance deflated. It was a twisted form of amusement, a way to exert control.

The male models around her, emboldened by her silence, continued to harass Ning Cheng. They saw it as a chance to impress her, to prove their worth. Zhao Luowei, however, wasn't truly invested in the outcome. She was simply enjoying the show, eager to witness Ning Cheng's humiliation.

"I'm not here for drinks," Ning Cheng stated calmly, his voice unwavering.

"You're not? Then who is?" the male model scoffed, his arrogance escalating. "I see you're not even drinking. You're just a hired hand, a glorified extra!"

"This whole set, the drinks, the food, it costs a fortune.

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Have you ever seen such luxury? Your entire year's salary wouldn't be enough to buy this."

The other male models joined in, their laughter echoing through the booth. The female models, however, watched Ning Cheng with a mixture of pity and apprehension.

Ning Cheng, unfazed by their taunts, simply repeated, "As I said, I'm not interested in drinks."

"You're not interested in drinks? Then what are you interested in?" the male model pressed, taking a step closer, his finger pointed menacingly at Ning Cheng's face. "Everyone comes to the bar to have fun. Everyone knows everyone. Just get to know each other..."

He was about to make his move, to push Ning Cheng's buttons, when a sharp scream cut through the air.

"Just get out of here... ah!"

The male model's words were abruptly silenced as Ning Cheng grabbed his wrist, twisting it with brutal force. The male model cried out in pain, his body contorting as Ning Cheng pressed him down, his arm bent at an unnatural angle.

Ning Cheng then reached under the male model's arm, his hand clamping around his neck. With a swift, powerful movement, he pushed the male model's head into the glass table.

The glass shattered with a deafening crack, sending shards flying and spilling the contents of the table onto the floor.

The sudden violence shocked everyone in the booth.