Futile Devices Scans

“Fulfilling a duty, eliminating trouble for someone.” The low male voice sounded as if it were poured directly into the ear, clear and distinct.

“Fuck.” Xue Bao Tian’s smile spread lazily as he pointed at Zhang Chi. “Anyone in this room has the right to challenge me—but not you.”

He pulled the woman closer, tilted his head, and planted a loud kiss on her face, smiling as he asked: “Am I good to you?”

Women from nightclubs were used to big scenes. Even with the imposing Zhang Chi in front, she still leaned delicately in Xue Bao Tian’s arms: “Young Master Xue treats me the best. I love Young Master Xue.”

“Good girl, call me Master Xue.” Xue Bao Tian patted her face indulgently. “A man should naturally treat the person in his bed well.”

He straightened his back, leaning closer to Zhang Chi, and whispered harshly in a voice only the two of them could hear: “You’ve slept with me three times. Even a fleeting relationship is still a relationship. If you dare go through with this today, sooner or later, I, Xue Bao Tian, will kill you.”

They stood extremely close, their body heat blending together. Despite being threatened, Zhang Chi’s expression didn’t change. He leaned in at Xue Bao Tian’s neck: “You changed your perfume again.” Without waiting for a reply, his warm lips seemed to brush that spot, his hoarse voice murmuring: “Don’t dodge later.”

“What… do you mean?”

Zhang Chi suddenly pulled back, grabbed Xue Bao Tian’s collar and yanked him up. With his other hand, he raised a glass bottle and smashed it hard against his head.

Bang! The bottle shattered.

Before he could even feel the pain, warm liquid flowed down Xue Bao Tian’s forehead. He touched it, then looked in disbelief at the red blood on his fingertips: “Zhang Chi, you’ve got guts! I thought I was already ruthless, but there’s always someone worse. Today, I’ve really broadened my horizons!”

Enraged, Xue Bao Tian grabbed a bottle to strike back, but Zhang Chi’s large hand pressed him down, pinning him so he couldn’t move.

Zhang Chi still held the broken bottle, stained with Xue Bao Tian’s blood. He turned to look at Qi Si, who was sitting on the sofa, and asked: “Boss, is that enough?”

Qi Si looked pleased. He poured himself another drink, swirling the glass, and said slowly: “When the Young Master admits defeat, then it’ll be enough.”

Just as Xue Bao Tian was about to curse, the pressure on his shoulder increased. He then heard Zhang Chi say: “As agreed, we stop when there’s blood. Boss, there’s already blood now.”

Qi Si set down his glass, annoyed: “Are you playing word games with me? Is that what ‘stop when there’s blood’ means? I hired you to vent my anger. Was it just for you to go up and make a token move and be done with it?”

Zhang Chi seemed to understand and calmly suggested: “Next time, Boss, you can make the terms clearer, and it will avoid this kind of mistake.”

Qi Si ground his teeth: “Do I need you to teach me how to do things? Keep beating him, hurry up! The Young Master is already getting impatient!”

Zhang Chi withdrew the hand pressing on Xue Bao Tian’s shoulder and tossed aside the sharp broken bottle in his other hand. Calmly, he said: “Sorry, Boss. I act according to the agreement. There’s blood now, so I can’t continue.”

At this point, Xue Bao Tian also understood what was going on. He pulled out tissues and wiped the blood, hissing in pain. After muttering a curse, he leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and said lazily: “He’s achieved the task ahead of schedule. Young Master Qi, you hired well—your KPI is secured early.”

Zhang Chi let out a soft sigh and glanced sideways at Xue Bao Tian.

Provoked, Qi Si became furious. He glared at Zhang Chi: “I hired you so I wouldn’t dirty my own hands. Didn’t expect a nobody like you to dare mess with me! Fine—today I won’t hold back. Once I deal with Xue Bao Tian, I’ll deal with you next!”

He signaled behind him, and immediately someone stepped forward aggressively, standing in the center of the private room.

The conflict between Qi Si and Xue Bao Tian, at its root, was Qi Si’s fault. The Xue family was also wealthier than the Qi family. Although they operated in different industries, those with more money naturally had more confidence. Therefore, Qi Si had been instructed by his family not to stir trouble. But he couldn’t swallow his anger, so he hired an outsider to teach Xue Bao Tian a lesson, agreeing to stop at blood, with all consequences borne by Zhang Chi.

Now, Qi Si was so enraged that he ignored his family’s warning and summoned his lackeys. These men who followed him were somewhat capable of intimidation, quite frightening.

“Go! Make the Young Master, without drawing blood, learn his lesson, so he knows not everyone can be provoked!”

Just as they were about to move, Zhang Chi slowly stepped forward, standing directly in front of Xue Bao Tian, his expression calm and resolute. His lips moved slightly: “Let’s see who dares touch him.”

The rowdy companions and women in the private room had already slipped away. Now only the two opposing sides remained.

Qi Si calculated: he had four people, while the other side had only two. Xue Bao Tian was also weak, so he didn’t count. Confident, he said coldly: “Touch him? I’ll deal with you too, you traitor!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the four men moved together, aiming to overwhelm with numbers.

Zhang Chi moved faster, stepping forward and striking first. His punch landed on one man’s abdomen, sending him stumbling back before collapsing onto the sofa, grimacing in pain, temporarily unable to fight.

A rush of wind—Zhang Chi dodged a punch from behind. He grabbed the arm before it could retract, twisted it hard, producing a cracking sound—the shoulder joint was dislocated. The scream nearly pierced through the room.

He shoved the man, crashing him onto the one already on the sofa, stacking them together, followed by two muffled groans.

Before the echoes faded, another sound reached his ear—a low curse filled with pain. Zhang Chi quickly turned and saw Xue Bao Tian surrounded by two men, already at a disadvantage.

At the start of the fight, Xue Bao Tian had leapt up, standing on the sofa, smashing the bottle he held onto one of his attackers.

The bottle shattered, beer foam splashing over the man’s face, but no blood appeared. Xue Bao Tian cursed, waving the sharp broken bottle wildly in self-defense. But surrounded by two people, he could block one but not the other. Caught off guard, his wrist was twisted, his arm forced behind his back.

“Brother Chi, save me!”

Zhang Chi was tall and handsome, yet his face looked quite youthful, occasionally still showing traces of boyishness. He was clearly much younger than Xue Bao Tian, but Xue Bao Tian had already gotten used to calling him that, both in bed and out. Now, facing danger, he couldn’t care less about embarrassment.

Seeing Xue Bao Tian captured, Zhang Chi’s gaze turned icy. He stepped onto the table, used the momentum, and kicked out with full force.

Xue Bao Tian watched as the man in front of him was kicked flying by Zhang Chi, letting out a scream, crashing straight into the opposite wall. If not for the wall, who knew how far he would have flown.

Before he could close his shocked mouth, another cry of pain came from behind. The man who had been twisting his arm had somehow been subdued. Using the same method against him, Zhang Chi twisted his arm back. No one knew how much force he used, but the man’s shoulder blade looked distorted and misaligned, his continuous cries of pain making even listeners break out in cold sweat.

Xue Bao Tian’s wrist was gripped briefly by a warm, large hand. Zhang Chi leaned close, leaving a breath of warmth: “Give it to me.”

Xue Bao Tian knew what he wanted. He loosened his grip, and the sharp broken bottle changed hands.

Zhang Chi’s arm muscles bulged like coiled dragons. With one hand, he restrained the lackey; with the other, he held the bottle, slowly walking toward Qi Si.

Qi Si’s expression shifted from shock to fear. He stepped back until he reached the edge of the sofa, then collapsed into it. Only then did he hear Zhang Chi speak. His tone was calm, completely at odds with the hostility around him: “Boss Qi, it’s better to resolve enmity than deepen it. You and Boss Xue should sit down and talk. There’s nothing that can’t be resolved.”

Zhang Chi turned his head to glance at Xue Bao Tian, hearing him click his tongue reluctantly. Xue Bao Tian then slowly walked over and sat down across from Qi Si.

Xue Bao Tian lit another cigarette, putting on a strong front: “Congratulations, Young Master Qi—you tried to steal a chicken and ended up losing the rice. Do you know why I like dogs so much?”

A faint smile appeared: “The longer I deal with people like you, the more I like dogs.”

“Two hundred yuan.”

“Alright, alright, let’s talk business.” Xue Bao Tian exhaled smoke. “About what happened today, how are you going to compensate me?”

“Compensation?” Qi Si laughed in extreme anger. “The Young Master set me up, so why should I be the one compensating?”

“Set you up? What setup did I make?”

“You already knew this bodyguard beforehand, didn’t you? The two of you teamed up to set a trap for me, right? I only knew you were despicable, but I didn’t expect the Young Master to be such a skilled schemer.”

Xue Bao Tian glanced at Zhang Chi, whom he had coincidentally run into today, and felt somewhat undeserving of the praise. He coughed lightly and replied vaguely: “You flatter me.”

He rested one hand on the back of the sofa, looking relaxed: “Since Young Master Qi and I can’t reach an agreement, then we’ll just keep going back and forth. After all, I’m the only son in my family—no matter how useless I am, my father can’t replace me.”

Qi Si ground his teeth, his face pale and withered, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger: “What does the Young Master think we should do?”

Xue Bao Tian held a cigarette in his mouth and thought for a moment: “I’ll offer incense to your ancestors as an apology—what sincerity are you offering in return?”

“I heard the Young Master likes yacht parties. I’ll cover the cost of a half-month cruise.”

That hit right at Xue Bao Tian’s heart. He pretended to ponder to keep up appearances: “And you’ll also buy my dog a burial plot.” He stood up and walked out, adding cheekily: “You don’t need to offer incense to it.”

As he passed Zhang Chi, Xue Bao Tian lightly tugged at the corner of his suit: “Let’s go, my chess piece.”

“Damn, impressive, Zhang Chi!” In the clubhouse corridor, Xue Bao Tian was almost beside himself with pride. He handed out cigarettes to the person behind him; even when rejected, he didn’t care, putting one in his own mouth instead. “How did you get connected with Qi Si?”

“Through someone’s introduction, trying to earn some extra money.” Zhang Chi’s voice was slightly hoarse, and he spoke slowly, as if distracted.

Unfortunately, Xue Bao Tian didn’t notice. He was still immersed in the excitement of escaping danger. With a cigarette in his mouth, fumbling for a lighter, he spoke casually: “Big brother will treat you to a late-night snack tonight.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly, a warm large hand landed on the back of his neck. Before Xue Bao Tian could react, he was pulled into an adjacent private room where no one was nearby.

The door shut, and an unlit cigarette fell to the floor.

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