This kind of thing happens frequently in any country, where there are always idiots who think they are the best in the world.
They believe everyone must revere them, kiss their feet, and try to appease them.
These people are either wealthy heirs, those with some power, or thugs. There's nothing unusual about them.
"Who dares to disrespect me, Long Haitao? Don't they know this KTV is under my jurisdiction?"
Long Haitao barged in, shouting loudly, as if he wanted to announce it to the entire world, afraid people wouldn't know his name.
Both Liu Yilin and Liu Yixin frowned. However, Liu Yilin remained silent while her sister, already displeased, spoke up, "I don't know who you are, nor do I wish to know. We are here to spend money. Please leave and don't disturb us. Don't you people have any manners?"
Liu Yixin, having lived abroad, was more direct. Unlike her sister, she wouldn't voice her displeasure directly.
Long Haitao, however, was staring at Liu Yilin and Liu Yixin, his eyes fixated on them. He couldn't hear a word Liu Yixin was saying.
These two girls were the most beautiful women he had ever seen, far surpassing even the stars on television.
"What are you looking at? Get lost!"
Seeing the lecherous gaze of the man, Liu Yixin's anger flared.
"Get out, or I'll call the police."
"Heh heh, little girl, do you know where you are? With me here, no one dares to interfere."
Upon hearing Liu Yixin's words, Long Haitao and his subordinates didn't seem scared. Instead, they burst into loud, arrogant laughter.
"Are you people reasonable? I'm going to complain."
Liu Yixin said indignantly.
But she forgot that this wasn't abroad, and things were different here.
"Then go ahead and complain. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I own half of this KTV."
Long Haitao said with a smirk, clearly indicating that any complaint would be useless.
Liu Yixin was almost driven mad by him. She had never encountered such an annoying and unreasonable person.
Liu Yilin glanced at Ning Beichen. She knew that even if she spoke up, these people wouldn't pay any attention. Only Ning Beichen's intervention would be effective.
It wasn't that Liu Yilin believed Ning Beichen had a specific solution, but rather a trust in him.
"Buddy, you've had too much to drink. Go home."
At this moment, Ning Beichen leisurely stood up and said to Long Haitao.
The reason he hadn't stepped in earlier was to let Liu Yixin experience the harsh realities of the world.
"Who are you? Get lost! Stop meddling, or I'll make sure you're crippled tonight!"
Long Haitao didn't take Ning Beichen seriously at all, not even bothering to look him in the eye.
"Yes, yes, you're drunk. I'll take you home."
Ning Beichen slung an arm around Long Haitao, locking him like a vise. He then dragged him forcefully towards the door, much like an eagle snatching a chick.
Seeing that things were not going well, Long Haitao's henchmen immediately moved to restrain Ning Beichen.
However, they were no match for Ning Beichen. With a few casual slaps, Long Haitao's henchmen collapsed onto the ground, looking as if they were drunk themselves.
Long Haitao was both shocked and enraged, struggling desperately. But Ning Beichen's arm was as rigid as a robot's. He couldn't break free, not even move.
"Buddy, stop making trouble. You're drunk, I'm taking you home?"
Ning Beichen said with a smile.
"I'm not drunk."
Long Haitao had never felt so helpless. Every time he tried to call for help, Ning Beichen's fingers would grip his Adam's apple, causing him to cough painfully, unable to speak.
"If I say you're drunk, then you're drunk. Understand?"
Ning Beichen's smile vanished, replaced by a ferocious expression. A chilling aura of death enveloped Long Haitao.
"You... what are you going to do?"
Long Haitao finally showed fear, asking shakily.
"Didn't I tell you? You're drunk, and I'm taking you home."
Ning Beichen replied.
"Home? What home? My home isn't here."
Long Haitao had met his match. He was experiencing what it was like to have nowhere to turn.
"Of course, it's to the underworld. Don't worry, I'll burn incense for you every year on the Qingming and Chongyang festivals."
Ning Beichen said matter-of-factly, as if he were doing a good deed. But his words sent Long Haitao into a state of utter terror.
"No! I don't want to go home! Please, spare me!"
Long Haitao was so terrified that tears and snot streamed down his face.
"How can that be? Do you know what my nickname is?"
Ning Beichen asked him.
"I... I don't know."
Long Haitao shook his head fearfully.
"King Yan of Ning. That's what they call me. If King Yama wants someone to die in the third watch, who dares to keep them until the fifth?"
Ning Beichen said brazenly.
"No! I don't want to die! Please, spare me! I know I was wrong, I'll never dare to do it again."
Long Haitao pleaded, his body going weak.
While he was a dissolute and arrogant bully, he only dared to torment others. He had never encountered someone who would kill for a trivial reason.
"It's too late. Do you know how many people like you I escort away each year? But don't worry, I'll ask the judge to do me a favor and not send you to the eighteenth level of hell, at most the sixteenth. Isn't that giving you, Brother Long, Young Master Long, enough face?"
After speaking, Ning Beichen pressed a specific pressure point on his neck. Long Haitao immediately fell into a hallucination, trembling in fear as if he were truly seeing King Yama and the underworld.
After a long while, he regained consciousness. The moment he saw Ning Beichen, his expression changed drastically, and he tearfully begged not to be taken to the underworld.
Ning Beichen, however, had no intention of killing him. He simply brought him back to his original private room and proceeded to slap him repeatedly across the face, turning it into a swollen mess.
"You're lucky this time. There's a celebration in the underworld, so I won't take you there. If there's a next time, don't blame me."
Ning Beichen poked his forehead as a warning.
The now disfigured Long Haitao nodded frantically in agreement. His limbs felt numb, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were filled with fear. He had lost all semblance of his former arrogance, looking like a startled rabbit.
As the saying goes, only the wicked can tame the wicked.
When dealing with such people, trying to reason with them is like talking to a wall.
Only by making them truly feel the terror of death will they become fearful, intimidated, and obedient, which is far more effective than any lecture.