As the largest entertainment capital in the United States, Seashore City had no shortage of anything but beautiful women.
Hollywood's Walk of Fame was a dream stage for many actresses, and Seashore City's biggest nightclub, "Playland," also became a must-visit for them. There were always wealthy patrons who didn't care about money; snagging one could guarantee a comfortable life for years.
But today was different. Playland, with its powerful backing and a mission to serve all young people, was actually booked out by someone. Even more infuriating, the scoundrel who booked Playland put up a sign outside the main entrance that read:
"Drinks are free today. No male guests allowed!"
Consequently, the rich second-generation heirs and male celebrities who loved to indulge in pleasure were furious and confronted the nightclub manager. Upon learning that the one who booked Playland was Young Master Xiao, they awkwardly apologized and then left dejectedly.
In Seashore City, one could disregard the police, gangs, or even the mayor, but the one person you absolutely couldn't offend was Young Master Xiao. Young Master Xiao was a very magnanimous person; he never hurt anyone, he just made them shut up.
Yes, he was truly very magnanimous.
The male compatriots cursed and complained, filled with envy and jealousy, while the female compatriots were excitedly delirious. It was Young Master Xiao, the legendary handsome, charming, generous, and gentle Young Master Xiao, who never refused a beautiful woman's request. Having a fling with him, wouldn't her acting career soar to new heights...?
At Ferris Airlines, Carol Ferris, having just finished a day's work, was enjoying some rare leisure time. At this moment, her secretary, Angie, rushed in.
"Boss, that person is back."
Carol opened her eyes, a flash of anger quickly passing. "He's back, so what? What's there to be surprised about?"
The secretary hesitated for a few seconds, then whispered, "He booked Playland, drinks are free, and no men are allowed in." At this point, her voice dropped even lower, "Only women are allowed in."
Smash!
The coffee cup dropped to the floor.
Carol Ferris, her face ashen, stood up, pressing her right hand to her forehead, pacing back and forth in the room, muttering words like "scumbag," "bastard," and "stud" in a voice too low for others to hear.
Angie kept her head down, eyes fixed on her nose, trying to minimize her presence.
She had heard bits and pieces about the emotional entanglement between her boss and that person. While curious, she also felt a sense of bewilderment. Why would such a perfect woman—young, beautiful, intelligent, capable, who had boosted the company's performance by 50% in just one year—be abandoned by such a scumbag after he had played with her feelings? Even more perplexing was that after being cheated on multiple times, her boss still seemed to be reluctant to let go.
It was truly baffling. Was that man really so outstanding?
After cursing for half a minute, Carol Ferris finally calmed down. Her delicate features were slightly distorted, her teeth biting her lip, and a hint of murderous intent flickered in her eyes.
"Oh, you, Luke. After a few months, I thought you would have reined it in a bit, but you're still the same. Aren't you fond of playing games? Tonight, I'll play you to death."
With a grim expression, Carol took out her phone and made a few calls, then tore off her work uniform, changed into casual clothes, and strode out. Seeing the situation, Angie quickly followed behind her...
Tonight, Playland was lively, extremely lively, an unprecedented spectacle.
With free drinks, free food, and only a few men in the venue,
the lightly dressed young women lost all restraint, singing passionately on stage. Their youthful bodies were full of vitality, their swaying hips and butts creating waves, reminding one of wild horses galloping freely across a spring meadow.
As the alcohol deepened, the girls began to play an uninhibited game.
Under the dazzling lights, bras flew, panties danced, and mounds of snow-white hills stood erect with grapes of different colors. Legs crossed back and forth, revealing glimpses of a dark, primeval forest.
When there are more men than women, women are the pursued targets. When there are more women than men, men are the pursued targets.
Thus, Luke and his companions were surrounded by passionate, fiery young women.
In such a scene, what man could maintain control? Wang Hu, fueled by alcohol, tore off his shirt, revealing his muscular pectorals. Amidst the girls' exaggerated screams, he hoisted a pair of twin sisters and headed towards an unoccupied corner.
A few shy, bashful, and effervescent young girls curiously followed behind, some clutching stopwatches, seemingly ready to time them.
Before Wang Hu, Tony Wu had already taken the plunge. His scrawny body was subjected to rounds of scrutiny by several white older women. After all the commotion, his eyes were dark, his back ached, and his knees were weak. He lay motionless on the sofa, his crotch covered by a trophy left by some woman, his neck twisted to one side, only exhaling, not inhaling. Anyone who didn't know would have thought he had kicked the bucket.
The other brothers also had ample conquests, circling the dance floor with beautiful young women of various skin colors, causing a frenzy of screams wherever they went.
Among those present, only Luke and Dio had their clothes intact. The latter was simply not interested in women, while the former had to maintain the dignity of a boss.
Although neither of them participated in the games, the beautiful women around them were of the highest quality.
Especially Dio, with his Chinese, Western, and French heritage, he combined all the advantages of Eastern and Western men. His face was as exquisitely sculpted as marble, yet with a touch of softness in the subtle details, making him somewhere between handsome and beautiful. His neutral appearance was most popular among his fangirls.
It was a shame that this guy was a quiet one; he either drank or ate, not uttering a single word throughout, which made his fangirls' hearts ache as if clawed by a cat, and the mist in their eyes threatened to turn into a river.
Unlike the fangirls around Dio, the women around Luke were "upper-class" girls whom ordinary girls couldn't afford to offend. They were either rich second-generations or star second-generations, all young and at an age where they loved to play.
Luke was playing a card-guessing game with them, where the loser had to take off an item of clothing. After dozens of rounds, the girls were almost naked, but his suit buttons hadn't even been unbuttoned.
Luke laughed heartily, but the girls grew anxious, accusing Luke of cheating and demanding to play again.
So, a new round of card games began. This time, the girls dealt the cards and set the rules. After dozens of rounds, the table was piled high with underwear and panties of various colors.
Luke raised his glass and drank it all, declaring with a laugh: these clothes were his spoils of war.
The girls, whose eyes were red from losing, pounced directly on the smug Luke, pinning him to the sofa. The scene was indescribable.
Tonight at Playland was destined to be sleepless.
At 8:30 PM, a red supercar appeared outside Playland.
Inside the car, Carol Ferris picked up her phone and dialed her subordinate Hal Jordan's number.
"Start!"
After saying just three words, Carol hung up the phone, her eyes fixed on Playland's main entrance.
On the other side, Hal Jordan, who had not yet received his power ring, and his friend Tom appeared in Playland's warehouse. Listening to the occasional screams from outside the door, Hal couldn't help but lick his lips, a hint of longing in his eyes.
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