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"Jiang Zong, you're lucky to meet me, Taylor." Taylor clinked glasses with Mo Ming and said with a smile, "Don't worry, tonight we only drink and won't discuss anything else. Tomorrow, I'll have someone help you find what you need!"
"Great! With Young Master Taylor's help, I can relax completely. Tonight, we won't stop until we're drunk!" Mo Ming's lips curled into a sly smile as he gave Enchantress a knowing look and said, "Enchantress, why don't you raise a toast to thank Young Master Taylor?"
"Young Master Taylor, I toast to you and appreciate your help with Jiang Zong's big task."
Enchantress cleverly raised her glass and approached him with all her charm, sitting on Taylor's lap, wrapping her arm around his neck as she took a sip.
"No need to be polite. I get along well with Jiang Zong; it's just a small favor," Taylor said, shifting uncomfortably and wearing an expression of distaste. He added blandly, "Miss Enchantress, there are seats over there. Would you like to sit there instead?"
"What?" Enchantress widened her eyes in disbelief. Was Taylor sick? She had used all her tricks and was actually rejected. This couldn't be real!
Not just Enchantress, even Mo Ming was astonished. The routine Enchantress had just performed had captivated many men before. Her seductive demeanor combined with her alluring actions had rarely failed; no one could resist.
But it didn't work on Taylor! Did he remain vigilant or perhaps have higher standards, preferring a fresher style instead of something seductive?
"Miss Enchantress, I have matters to discuss with Jiang Zong. It's hard for me to talk with you sitting on my lap, so could you please sit over there?" Taylor smiled slightly, but it was forced and obvious to anyone paying attention.
"Hmph, sorry for disturbing you, Young Master Taylor!" Enchantress huffed angrily, stood up, and returned to her original seat. She picked up her glass and brought it to her lips with an unhappy expression, no longer giving any attention to Taylor but glancing around aimlessly.
Despite Enchantress's sulkiness, Taylor seemed oblivious and continued chatting with Mo Ming. He kept pouring drinks for Mo Ming, whose overly enthusiastic behavior made Mo Ming feel increasingly cautious.
After several drinks, Mo Ming felt a bit dizzy but was fine overall; having been in the social scene for a long time, he had built up his tolerance and knew that a few drinks wouldn't make him lose his composure.
After talking for a while, Taylor asked trivial questions like Mo Ming's birthday and birthplace, which frustrated Mo Ming. What was this ruthless Golden Triangle general Ultimate trying to pull?
"Jiang Zong, why don't we move to another place to talk? It's too noisy here; let's find somewhere quieter to discuss your business here," Taylor suggested with slightly glazed eyes as he sat next to Mo Ming, laughing while leaning on his shoulder.
Taylor was too close; his breath hit Mo Ming's nose... it stank—terribly! It was bad enough that Mo Ming nearly gagged. He quickly found an excuse to push Taylor away and stood up, smiling as he said, "Sure! Let's change places and chat."
“Zuo Tai, hurry up and tell the manager to prepare the best private room for me. Even if there isn't one available, make sure he clears one out. Otherwise, you can tell him not to open again,” Taylor instructed Zuo Tai, who stood frozen in shock.
Tonight, Taylor had severely wounded the pride of Enchantress, the undefeated champion, which made her despise him even more. She glanced at Mo Ming and said with a smile, “Alright, Jiang Zong, you just have a good chat with Young Master Taylor. I won't keep you company; I'll wait for you outside.”
“Uh, then you just stay outside and wait. When it's time to go back, I'll call for you,” Mo Ming replied with a wry smile. Seeing Enchantress's expression, he knew she was a bit sulky, so he let her be.
Soon, the manager took care of everything and arranged for the best private room. It was said that the room was originally occupied, but to avoid offending Taylor, he had to pay a hefty price to clear it out.
Money could be earned again, but if he offended Taylor, the manager knew that no amount of money would help him afterward.
The spacious private room could accommodate at least fifty people, but now, apart from Mo Ming and Taylor, Zuo You Tai was the only other person present; there wasn't even a single hostess because Taylor had said it wasn't needed.
The empty room felt a bit desolate; however, Mo Ming didn't mind. After all, they weren't there for fun tonight. Fewer people were actually better; even if Taylor noticed and wanted to turn hostile, Mo Ming wouldn't have to worry about someone taking advantage of the chaos.
The drinks had already been served. Mo Ming poured out a few glasses and said to the “wooden post” Zuo You Tai standing nearby, “Whoever this Zuo Tai is, and whoever that is over there, stop standing around and come sit down to drink with us. Standing is such an eyesore.”
“My name is Zuo Tai; he is Right Tai.”
“That doesn't matter; it can be anything,” Mo Ming replied with a grin and gestured for both of them to come over. “What I really mean is that you should come over and drink with us.”
“That might not be appropriate,” Zuo Tai answered awkwardly while Right Tai remained silent altogether; between them both since earlier, they hadn't spoken more than two sentences combined.
These bodyguards are quite professional!
Recalling his time as Murong Lian's personal bodyguard before, he remembered how they would argue back without hesitation. They didn't act like bodyguards should; instead, they resembled those unruly second-generation rich kids.
“Zuo Tai, Right Tai, since Jiang Zong asked you to come over and drink with us, you should join us. Don't ruin our mood for drinking,” Taylor said with a hint of menace in his gaze directed at Zuo You Tai while speaking lightly.
The gaze was indeed somewhat frightening. Not only did Zuo You Tai feel a sense of dread, but even Mo Ming sensed a dangerous aura and thought to himself, "This guy is not simple; he is unlike those spoiled rich kids. What is his true purpose? I have no idea, so it's better to be cautious."
Zuo You Tai dared not defy Taylor's words and could only choose a spot to sit down. This was the first time he could sit down and drink in a bar, which should have made him happy, but Zuo You Tai felt somewhat uncomfortable and drank silently.
"Ha ha, Jiang Zong, they are not good at expressing themselves, so just ignore them. Come on, let's drink together," Taylor poured another glass of wine for Mo Ming and set down the cup with a smile. "Alright, now let's talk about Jiang Zong's business. What does Jiang Zong plan to do?"
"Well, our company intends to find a place here to develop the tourism industry, but we can't find a suitable location. If Young Master Taylor could help, I believe there will be a place available," Mo Ming said with a slight smile, crossing his legs and placing his fingers on his knees while looking directly at Taylor to gauge his reaction.
"That's no problem. As long as I say the word, any piece of land will be available. These high officials will sell me some face; Jiang Zong can rest assured," Taylor laughed heartily, leaning back with his hands resting on the sofa behind him.
"With Young Master Taylor's assurance, I am very relieved. I won't say much in gratitude; let me toast Young Master Taylor first." Mo Ming raised his glass and clinked it with Taylor's before downing it in one go. He then took out a cigarette and handed it to Taylor, personally lighting it for him.
"This smoke is good, but it doesn't compare to marijuana; it's not satisfying," Taylor said as he took a puff, a wicked smile appearing on his lips. "As for the land issue, Jiang Zong can rest easy; I'll help you find it. However..."
Taylor paused for effect, his smile growing more mischievous as he scrutinized Mo Ming, making Mo Ming feel a chill run down his spine. He secretly worried that he might have been seen through.
"But what?" Mo Ming forced an awkward smile and said, "Please speak plainly, Young Master Taylor. Money is definitely not an issue; I will present you with a sum when the time comes."
"Money? I have plenty of that; I don't care about such a small amount," Taylor replied as he moved closer to Mo Ming's side, draping an arm over his shoulder. Their faces were very close now, and the smell of smoke mixed with bad breath wafted over to Mo Ming's cheek.
"Damn... thank goodness for the cigarette covering it up; otherwise, I might have vomited right there!" At that moment, Mo Ming felt goosebumps all over his body. Why?
"Taylor, where are you touching? That's my thigh!"
Looking at the sympathetic gaze from Zuo You Tai beside him, Mo Ming finally understood that Taylor was indifferent to the allure of Enchantress; it turned out he was gay! Not just effeminate—could he be the dominant type?
Damn it, no wonder he's so enthusiastic towards me; he must have taken a liking to me. Stay away! Even in this era where bro culture is rampant, I won't go with the flow. I'm a man who likes women!
"Well, Young Master Taylor, if you have something to say, just say it," Mo Ming pushed away Taylor's wandering hands, swallowing hard. But the other party immediately reached out again. If it weren't for the need to gather information, Mo Ming really wanted to punch Taylor in that disgusting face of his.
"Does Jiang Zong still not understand?" Taylor's smile reached its peak as he sniffed near Mo Ming's cheek, looking playful as if Mo Ming were his toy.
"Understood, understood, Young Master Taylor. Don't you think the private room is a bit too quiet?" Mo Ming tossed aside his cigarette butt, suddenly breaking free from Taylor's grasp. He snatched the microphone and said with a smile, "Actually, I'm quite good at singing. Let me sing a song for Young Master Taylor to express my gratitude for your help."
Taylor didn't get angry; instead, he looked at Mo Ming with great interest and nodded slightly in agreement with Mo Ming's suggestion. Mo Ming's current behavior was quite reasonable, and it seemed that Taylor was enjoying it.
"Damn it, those guys from Underworld! When I get back, I'll make sure to deal with them. They didn't even figure out Taylor's preferences and ended up getting me teased!" Mo Ming cursed those guys from Underworld in his heart and then chose a song from Myanmar. Fortunately, he had learned a bit and could sing!
Before he finished the song, Taylor extinguished his cigarette and picked up another microphone. He walked over while singing, wearing a smile that made Mo Ming feel somewhat creeped out.
Bloodthirsty—Mo Ming wasn't afraid of that at all. But dealing with someone psychologically twisted was truly exhausting. Hearing Taylor sing sent chills down Mo Ming's spine, and he quickly stopped.
"Jiang Zong, keep going! You're singing very well. Let's sing together! Don't you have two good friends named Bo Ya and Ziqi in your country?" Taylor laughed and said, "Aren't we just like them now? Come on, Jiang Zong, let's sing together."
It was truly heartbreaking; seeing Taylor's demeanor made it clear that tonight he had set his sights on Mo Ming, this pretty boy. How infuriating that a fearsome figure like him was being teased by a big man!
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