So, he severely underestimated the effect of the sedative. Bailu was sleeping deeply; no matter how much he pushed and called, she wouldn't wake up.

Perhaps annoyed by the disturbance, she even grabbed Wang Zhuo’s hand that was pushing her shoulder, shoved it away in one swift motion, and then rolled over, settling into a more comfortable, supine position.

As she turned, her body stretched out. The short camisole beneath her loose shirt barely covered her stomach, exposing her flat abdomen, a faint vertical line marking her navel, and the clear contour of her bustline.

It was the first time Wang Zhuo had seen such a defined line, and he couldn't help but stare with curiosity for a few extra moments.

The so-called "bustline" was not a precise term, technically speaking. This line ran down the exact center of the human torso, starting above the sternum and extending straight down to the pubis. Looking closely, Wang Zhuo realized this line was formed by a scattering of faint, darker pigmentation, coupled with the direction of the fine hair on either side, creating a subtle bodily stripe immediately visible upon a glance.

What an interesting feature.

Following several massive ethnic amalgamations in East Asian history, the racial characteristics of many people had become extremely blurred. Furthermore, scholars had missed centuries of tracking research, leaving the ancestry of the vast majority of people unclear today.

Wang Zhuo had only learned about this from a professor who loved to ramble fancifully during lectures. He knew that the Han nationality was composed of the most complex mix of elements in the entire world; the phenomenon of two completely dissimilar individuals belonging to the same ethnic group only occurred within the Han people.

Perhaps this line was a physiological trait inherited from some ancient ancestral tribe? Wang Zhuo thought, his mind drifting involuntarily.

Pulling his runaway thoughts back to the immediate problem, he realized he was facing a dilemma. This stunning beauty probably couldn't be woken up. Should he carry her out? But sending her back to school seemed impossible. What if he booked a hotel room for her to sleep in?

He plopped down onto the ** floor, scratching his head, and redialed Geng Bin.

“Fatty, Xiao Bai was drugged with a knockout medicine, I can’t wake her up no matter what. Come up and help me carry her.”

“Huh? A knockout drug?” Geng Bin immediately misheard. The term for the knockout medicine was a colloquialism from Wang Zhuo’s hometown, and he’d never heard it before. He instantly connected it to the potent, lethal concoctions often featured in novels—the kind that killed instantly if they didn't suit the recipient.

“Wang Zhuo, boss, this—this, we can’t help with that,” Geng Bin said awkwardly, glancing around at the other boys and girls, lowering his voice slightly. “You’ll just have to manage it yourself this once.”

What was so hard about helping carry a person? Wang Zhuo cursed, laughing, “Did you get kicked a few times and suddenly go lame? Give the phone to Lü Tiefeng.”

Lü Tiefeng took the phone immediately and said, “Boss, I twisted my ankle. I’m giving the phone to Zheng Peng; his build is better than mine.”

Zheng Peng was farther away and hadn't clearly heard what Wang Zhuo said on the phone. He was usually a bit dense, so when Wang Zhuo asked him to come upstairs to help carry someone, he immediately agreed profusely.

As soon as he hung up, before Zheng Peng could even start walking out, he was stopped by the bespectacled Zhou Huai’an.

“What did Wang Zhuo want you for?” Zhou Huai’an asked.

Zheng Peng answered casually, “To help carry someone.”

Zhou Huai’an looked him over, then asked again, “He can’t carry her himself?”

Zheng Peng blinked and countered, “Doesn't carrying someone require one person to hold the head and the other to hold the feet?”

Zhou Huai’an poked his shoulder, speaking with exasperation, “You’re an idiot! Xiao Bai can’t be more than 110 jin [about 121 lbs]. If he wants to carry her on his back or in his arms, he can. Why does he need you to help lift? Do you think you’re moving a pig?”

Hearing this, Zheng Peng did feel something was off. He scratched his head and asked, “Uh… then why did he call me for help?”

“He was just being polite, putting on an act. Didn’t you see Geng Bin and Lü Tiefeng aren't going? They know what’s really going on,” Zhou Huai’an stated with absolute certainty.

The surrounding young men and women nodded in agreement, all wearing strange expressions.

“Th-then what should I do?” Zheng Peng was instantly at a loss, thinking how slow he was. He thought it was just politeness, how did he agree to it? Wouldn't this ruin Wang Zhuo’s good intentions?

Lü Tiefeng offered a suggestion: “Just drag her. If he calls again, you go. If he doesn’t call, we just wash our hands of it and leave. If he asks later, just say you forgot.”

“That lie isn't subtle. How could you possibly forget something like that?” Geng Bin interjected.

“I think it’ll work,” Zhou Huai’an said. “It’s just an excuse. Zheng Peng says it casually, Wang Zhuo hears it casually, and the matter is dropped.”

Just then, the security manager, carrying a black combination lock box and accompanied by two waitresses, walked in with an ingratiating smile.

Wang Zhuo had already dealt with all the bouncers and usable security personnel in the entire BB KTV hall. He had no one left to call upon; those two waitresses had accompanied him to the bank to withdraw cash earlier.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please,” the security manager cleared his throat, handed the box to one of the waitresses, and bowed, saying, “This is the compensation from our boss for the shock experienced by the ladies, and the medicine costs for the gentlemen’s bruises. Please accept it.”

“Who wants your dirty money!” Xia Zhi shot him a glance.

Representing the young men, Geng Bin said, “Bringing this money here is useless. The person in charge isn’t here.”

“Mr. Wang has already agreed,” the security manager quickly explained. “In fact, he voluntarily sought compensation for all of you. He has already made the decision.”

“Really? You’re not lying to us?” Geng Bin scrutinized him.

Xia Zhi sneered, “Look at his face. Does he dare lie to us?”

The group exchanged looks, and Geng Bin finally said, “Alright then, we’ll take the money. Just put the box on the table.”

“Yes, yes.” The security manager said yes, but he certainly wasn't going to turn around without confirming the money first. He beckoned the waitress carrying the money box forward, personally flipped the lid open, and said to Geng Bin, “Mr. Wang specified: twenty thousand each for the men, and ten thousand each for the women. This is a total of 270,000 yuan, all brand new bills I just withdrew from the bank. Please verify.”

How much? Two hundred and seventy thousand?

The private room fell instantly silent. Everyone had expected that with so many people, getting a few hundred or maybe a thousand each would be fantastic. But 270,000? Surely that was overkill.

After a brief silence, Xia Zhi suddenly remarked, “The count is off. There are fourteen of us girls.”

Everyone immediately remembered Bailu, and Zhou Huai’an called out, “Right, you missed one.”

“I didn't miscount, I truly didn't miscount,” the security manager explained with a wry smile. “Because that lady suffered a certain... grievance, she received separate compensation, which is not included in this amount.”

Suffered a grievance? Some people instantly became concerned, while others' gossipy fires burned fiercely. What kind of grievance was it?

“What grievance did she suffer?” Xia Zhi asked urgently.

“What does ‘separate compensation’ mean?” another girl interjected.

The security manager immediately looked distressed. He didn't actually know the details of the incident, but he knew that Young Master Cao’s Porsche 911 had changed ownership because of this matter. In his estimation, that young lady had probably been assaulted—at the very least, violated—otherwise, why such a large payout? That car was a high-spec model he had just picked up last month, worth over two million.

Seeing his conflicted expression, everyone immediately started to infer various scenarios, crowding around to press him to clarify the situation, refusing to let him leave until he told them everything.

In desperation, the poor man recounted the matter of the car. As for the specific grievance, he dared not voice his own assumptions; he only relayed what he knew.

Losing a car worth over two million? The boys and girls immediately began fantasizing, but in one aspect, everyone shared the security manager’s guess: Xiao Bai must have been compromised.

If I got two million, I’d accept being violated, some of the girls thought.

Xiao Bai wanted to hook up with Wang Zhuo; that’s definitely not happening now, but making off with this car is somewhat worth it, thought others.

Spending over two million for a quickie—damn, they must have money to burn, was one boy’s internal thought.

Since she’s been used, Wang Zhuo definitely won’t want her now, right? What a waste... Zhou Huai’an mused.

Another good cabbage spoiled by a pig, Geng Bin felt indignant.

“Divide the money and let’s go,” Geng Bin gritted his teeth and snatched the box over.

“This money was gotten back by Wang Zhuo. Is it right for us to just split it?” one girl said hesitantly.

“It’s fine. Even if we gave this money to Wang Zhuo, he wouldn’t take it. Split it,” Lü Tiefeng confirmed.

The boys knew very well that given Wang Zhuo’s wealth, he wouldn't bother counting pennies over this small sum. Since he had spoken up to claim this money, it must be intended for everyone.

Two bundles for the boys, one bundle for the girls. The 270,000 in cash was divided in the blink of an eye. At that moment, some boys were even thinking that getting beaten up earned them an extra ten thousand—this was a highly profitable venture.

Some girls felt a little jealous that they received 10,000 less than the boys, but since the boys were Wang Zhuo’s classmates and had been beaten up, they couldn't really argue about the imbalance.

“Should we call Wang Zhuo, or go upstairs to check on things?” Lü Tiefeng suggested tentatively.

“No, don’t do either,” Zhou Huai’an, the most cunning, quickly analyzed. “In this situation, if we go upstairs, aren't we just making things awkward for Xiao Bai? It would also make things look bad for Wang Zhuo. I think we should leave first. We can call him later once we’re outside, and discuss things after he’s sorted out his situation.”

“Right,” Xia Zhi agreed. “Let Wang Zhuo accompany Xiao Bai alone. Having more people will only cause trouble.”

Everyone thought this made sense. So, they each put their money away and filed out of the private room one by one.

Setting aside the group of boys and girls who went off to find another place to debrief, Wang Zhuo waited in the manager’s lounge upstairs. He waited, but no one came; he paced idly out of boredom.

Using his clairvoyance to look downstairs, he gasped—those scoundrels and wretches were already out on the street, getting into taxis in groups of four!

Judging by their expressions and demeanor, they were leaving willingly, without any signs of coercion. Why did they leave without even saying goodbye?

Wang Zhuo was utterly baffled, ready to dial his phone, when Lü Tiefeng called him.

“Boss, we’re heading back now. We found out about Xiao Bai’s situation. You should take good care of her. Don’t worry about school; we won’t gossip when we get back.”

With that, Lü Tiefeng hung up.

What were they talking about? Wang Zhuo felt a mixture of frustration and amusement. What did "take good care of her" and "don’t worry, we won’t gossip" mean? These bastards knew perfectly well he already had a girlfriend, yet they were so brazenly trying to set him up with Bailu. Did they want to arrange a mistress for him?