Now, Tao Haitong and Tao Qian finally understood that what they had done tonight was wrong, terribly wrong. Yet, amidst their regret, they failed to grasp just how utterly absurd that mistake was, because the energy of an ordinary person like "Wang Shuo" was incomparable to that of "Wang Zhuo," the titan who commanded the business world. The situation had escalated far beyond what the two brothers had anticipated; they hadn't even managed to secure the gun, and instead, they had manufactured an attempted shooting case—this truly opened their eyes!

"Now, it's time for me to stretch my limbs." Wang Zhuo shook his wrists, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Young Master Tao, you were just about to shoot me. Luckily, I dodged in time, or who knows if you'd be alive or dead right now.

It seems retribution comes quickly in this world; you shot me five times, so me returning a few punches shouldn't be considered excessive, right?" I didn't fire a single shot, you did all the shooting! Before Tao Haitong could blurt out his words, a slap landed across his face, stuffing the protest back down his throat! Slap!

Crack! Thud! Whoosh!

Wang Zhuo unleashed a swift combination attack, treating the second Young Master Tao like a punching bag. After three punches and two kicks, the battered Tao Haitong was beaten into a swollen mess—eyes cracked, lips bleeding, and two teeth knocked loose. Wang Zhuo was still unappeased.

His eyes landed on a nearby restroom stall marked with the international wheelchair symbol, and he yanked Tao Haitong by his hair and dragged him over. Tao Haitong had never been beaten like this before. This professional method of subjugation was something he had only ever inflicted upon others.

To think that today the tables had turned, and he, accustomed to being a young master, was being brutally trained by a young man barely in his twenties—this shame was irreconcilable! In an international standard public restroom, ordinary people use squat toilets to ensure personal hygiene, but a sitting toilet, a commode, must be provided for disabled individuals, as some disabled persons or patients are unable to squat. Flipping open the toilet lid, Wang Zhuo pressed Tao Haitong's head down, forcing his throat against the rim of the bowl, and stated disdainfully, "You surnamed Tao, today I'm teaching you to remember who I am.

That fool Wang Daming got my name wrong; remember this: I am Wang Zhuo of the Prosperous Dynasty. If you want revenge, bring it on!" Tao Haitong struggled violently, refusing to submit. His face was already pointed directly into the toilet bowl; if Wang Zhuo applied just a little more pressure, he would taste the water within.

Hearing Wang Zhuo declare his identity made his body tremble; he finally understood the reason for the man's arrogance! In that moment, he blamed no one—not heaven, not earth, not his own parents for not being powerful enough. He only hated Wang Daming with burning intensity.

If not for the inaccurate information provided by that idiot, the situation would never have deteriorated to this point. It truly proved the adage: fear not a god-like opponent, but fear a pig-like teammate! "Remember this well.

I’m not afraid to make you drink this toilet water today; I’m saving it for later," Wang Zhuo said coolly. "If you’re smart, you’ll keep your tail between your legs from now on. If I hear you’re still trying to stir trouble, next time you’ll drink more than just this.

Do you understand?" Hearing that he wouldn't have to drink the toilet water today, Tao Haitong finally stopped struggling. After a moment, he nodded through gritted teeth. Tugging his head back up and turning it around, Wang Zhuo asked with a cold sneer, "Tell me, are we dusting ourselves off and walking away, or are we waiting for the police to arrive and taking things further?" "You...

you go!" Tao Haitong’s swollen eyes were bloodshot and shining, allowing him only a sliver of vision. He dared not argue further now. Regardless of how the score was settled later, minimizing the immediate pain was the sensible course of action!

"You know what’s good for you." Wang Zhuo shook his hand and pushed him away. "Pack up your toys. If I find out you dared tamper with them to frame me, you won't even know how you died." At this moment, Wang Zhuo was imposing and overwhelmingly dominant.

Tao Haitong, pushed back, stumbled onto the floor. From Wang Zhuo’s icy words, he felt a chill pierce to the bone. He truly believed Wang Zhuo; if the conflict escalated, he was certain Wang Zhuo would actually take his life!

Shaking out his coat, Wang Zhuo walked calmly toward the exit. Passing Tao Qian, he merely glanced over. He had no desire to exert effort on the timid fellow who was so frightened he’d soiled himself.

With a slight scoff, he strode briskly away. Pushing open the outer door of the washroom, the four or five security guards waiting outside immediately retreated in alarm, treating him as a serious threat. Wang Daming and the other four "disabled persons," including Da Long, were standing not far off.

Seeing Wang Zhuo emerge completely unharmed, every one of them was stunned. "Young Master Tao the Second told me to leave, you see. You folks handle it," Wang Zhuo said, his mouth curving in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"A little facility damage—Young Master Tao will compensate. If anyone wants to stop me, he’d be the first to object." With that, he walked toward the bar entrance as if stepping through empty space. Wherever he passed, security guards and onlookers stepped aside.

After the gunshot sounded, everyone had heard the news—Young Master Tao the Second had pulled a weapon. Although the small-caliber sound was muted, and the music in the main hall was loud, the gunshot had alerted some people. Now, seeing the very person who was supposed to be shot swaggering out, no one dared to step forward and stop him.

As Wang Zhuo took his first step, one of the sharp-eyed guards hurried into the restroom. Upon seeing Young Master Tao the Second miserably adjusting his clothes while Young Master Tao the Third entered the commode stall, he immediately confirmed the safety of both individuals and retreated to report to the Second Boss. In reality, Tao Haitong was busy securing his handgun—that was his immediate priority.

If the first people inside had been his own men instead of the security, he would have immediately wiped the gun for prints and transferred them onto that person! Century Sound had no obligation to shield Tao Haitong. Furthermore, all of Tao Haitong's subordinates had long since been wiped out, losing all capacity to fight.

Consequently, everyone simply watched Wang Zhuo stride away, utterly failing to stop him even once! The restroom was permeated with a faint, metallic odor—not overwhelming, but certainly not light. The area was a wreck.

Five bullets, plus the impact effects, had damaged the floor tiles, glass, and other fixtures. Shell casings littered the ground, and fragments of wood and glass were embedded with bullets in the mirrors. Anyone could tell a shooting had just occurred here.

Tao Haitong’s original plan was to shoot Wang Zhuo down, open a window for fresh air, collect the casings, and wipe up any small trace of blood, and that would be that. Instead, Wang Zhuo had wrestled control of the gun away, resulting in this massive mess. Now, covering it up was going to take considerable effort.

However, the Second Young Master of the Tao family was no ordinary person, and the Second Boss of Century Sound was an astute operator. After hearing the guard's report, he immediately issued a gag order, then instructed the guards outside to block entry to outsiders. He then entered the restroom along with Tao Haitong’s remaining followers.

Seeing the wreckage inside the restroom, the Second Boss felt both dismay and alarm. Fortunately, the financial losses would be compensated twofold by the Tao brothers, but the trouble caused was significant. The next step depended entirely on how they managed the delicate situation.

Given the severity of the incident, some audience members had naturally already called the police. But Sanlitun was no ordinary district; it boasted over a hundred bars alone, plus various dining and entertainment venues—places for eating, massages, illicit encounters, gambling, and drug use, all existing side-by-side. A shortage of police presence was inevitable.

Moreover, a large establishment like Century Sound couldn't possibly avoid making regular "donations" to those in power on the "white path." Unless there were multiple calls or the situation escalated severely, the police response wouldn't be swift, and even then, they would likely just go through the motions. ... Setting aside the headaches Tao Haitong and the Century Sound management faced in cleaning up the mess, let’s focus on Wang Zhuo.

After leaving the bar, the guards standing guard outside had just received the order to let him pass, and they scattered as if granted amnesty. The news that Wang Zhuo had utterly defeated the two bodyguards and two thugs had already spread among the security staff via walkie-talkie. These guards, who were merely thugs wearing uniforms, were inherently cunning.

Upon hearing that the man they were facing was truly formidable, they naturally preferred to avoid trouble! Thus, Wang Zhuo swaggered to the parking lot. The cool breeze of the early summer night washed over him.

He had just had a satisfying brawl, worked up a sweat, and felt instantly refreshed, cool, and elated. Ning Yao and Ruan Mingqing had already brought the car out and were waiting for him by the curb. Seeing him emerge alone and completely unharmed, they were both surprised and relieved.

Ning Yao, seated in the passenger seat, jumped out hastily and ran up to him, taking his arm to inspect him from head to toe. Because the music masked the sound, they hadn't heard the gunshot on the first floor of the bar at all. If they had, they would surely have rushed in anxiously to find out what happened.

Even so, those ten-plus minutes had felt like an eternity to them. This was Tao Haitong’s turf in the capital, and Wang Zhuo had no local support. Even the strongest outsider couldn't necessarily overpower a local power that had been entrenched for years!

"What could possibly happen to me?" Wang Zhuo scoffed as he got into the car. "You two should be worrying about the two surnamed Tao. I'm dusting my hands and leaving now, but they have a lot of cleanup to handle." The thought of the two Tao brothers—one bruised and swollen, the other having soiled his trousers and needing to deal with the aftermath of a shooting incident—made Wang Zhuo smile with smug satisfaction.

The Tao family had lost face spectacularly this time; they deserved it! The three of them were riding in Ning Yao’s Jeep Cherokee. Ruan Mingqing’s car had already been handed over to a designated driver service to be taken to her office.

Ning Yao’s tolerance for alcohol was mediocre, so she couldn't drive now, whereas Ruan Mingqing drank beer like water and drove with steady assurance, making her the perfect choice for the chauffeur role. As soon as she sat down in the car, Ning Yao noticed something peculiar: a small tear in Wang Zhuo’s trousers, seemingly stained with a bit of blood. "Are you hurt?" she gasped, bending down to examine it.

Ruan Mingqing, driving in front, quickly turned back, but Wang Zhuo smiled and gently took her face, turning it forward. "Just concentrate on driving. It’s just a scratch; it doesn't count as an injury." Unfolding the torn section of the fabric, Ning Yao finally relaxed.

It was only a small scrape, about half a centimeter wide and a centimeter and a half long—the surface skin had been rubbed away, drawing a little blood that had already dried into a dark reddish scab.