A stout, well-dressed gentleman arrived, broad-shouldered and substantial, with four or five strong bodyguards at his back, radiating an immediate aura of authority. Holding a pipe in his mouth, he commanded Ouyang Yuting with a confident voice, shouting, "Serve the dishes! Bring me everything that's the finest!" Ouyang, a businesswoman known for her emphasis on harmony, simply signaled her staff to prepare. Soon, the women served a full table of exquisite dishes. The gentleman waved his hand, and the five bodyguards gathered around the table, indulging in a hearty meal. After one glass of wine, his gaze grew increasingly lustful, and he began making advances toward the female servers nearby. On purpose, when a server was carrying a soup dish, he reached down to fondle her buttocks. Startled, she wobbled, spilling the soup, which dripped onto the gentleman's face. Enraged, he shouted at the server, "You're on your own! This is a suit specially ordered from the French Paris Dream Fantasy Clothing Company—worth 100,000 francs! You're going to compensate me!" "We can't afford it—so come on, just settle the bill and have a drink with me!" High Li was already furious as he saw the female server being treated unfairly. At that moment, Chen Yuting arrived, smiling warmly and apologizing, saying, "I'm so sorry—I can add another course, completely free!" This calm, accommodating attitude had now reached its limit. When the upscale guest saw the manager approaching, he smiled flirtatiously at her and said, "Just have this one cup of wine with me, and I'll be fine!" Then he opened another bottle of beer and poured two glasses. As Chen Yuting and the server were serving the glasses, our High Li stepped in. He was now wearing a hat with the brim low and his dark sunglasses partially covering half his face. He said to the guest, "Heh! I thought you two had some serious issue. I'll take these two glasses for you! I was actually worried about not having any drinks at all!" "说完，也不管阔佬是否同意，从陈玉婷和女服务员手中夺过杯子，一扬脖子，一饮而尽。" "You're being a pain! Get out of here! Or else, I'll make you regret it!" the wealthy patron exclaimed, furious. Four or five strong bodyguards stationed nearby glared at Gao Liang, shouting at him: "Get out now! Otherwise, you'll end up on the ground!" Chen Yuting, of course, didn't recognize Gao Liang, and simply said to him: "Mr. Gao, please, go now. This truly has nothing to do with you!" Yet Gao Liang remained firm: "Your matter is my matter. I can't just let it go!" This statement made Chen Yuting silent. She glanced at Gao Liang again, then shook her head once more: "Please, go now." Gao Liang didn't move. The four or five strong bodyguards immediately began assaulting him. "Let's break his pig feet!" The magnate was enjoying his meal and drinks, sipping wine while watching his four bodyguards mercilessly pummel Gao Liang, even imagining a scene where Gao Liang would kneel and beg for mercy. He had drunk heavily, and his eyes were now blurred, his consciousness beginning to fade. "Ah! Oh! My goodness! Oh!" the cries rose and fell. As his vision blurred, he thought Gao Liang was being thoroughly subdued and immediately ordered, "Hit him hard! Hit him hard!" "Ah! Oh! My goodness! Oh!" These cries were now even more desperate—pleased with the scene, the magnate exclaimed, "Ha! Ha! You meddling fool! You've disrupted my date nights! Deserved it!" Just as he said this, a ringing buzz filled his head, stars danced before his eyes, and when he finally recognized the person before him, he gasped—there, standing there, was the very one who had been meddling all along: Gao Liang. Upon closer inspection, he realized that his four or five bodyguards lay sprawled across the floor, their faces swollen, teeth scattered everywhere, gasping for breath and crying out in desperate, wailing cries. In his memory, these stalwart bodyguards—his personal "rock-solid" protectors—had never been defeated. Precisely because they had never failed, he had grown increasingly arrogant and unconstrained. Now, for the first time, he was utterly stunned to see this seemingly ordinary young man so capable. The once-confident magnate was now trembling with fear, pleading continuously, "Master! Master! Please save us! Please! Save us! I have wealth! I can give you so much money!" As he spoke, he pulled out several francs from a handbag and handed them to Gao Liang. Gao Liang neither accepted nor even glanced at the money. Instead, he pointed to Chen Yuting and the female server and said, "Give them these. Remember, have them kneel and apologize to them!" Immediately, something completely unexpected happened—something neither Chen Yuting nor the female server had ever imagined. This wealthy man was crawling at their feet—not just at the feet of the ladies, but at the feet of every beautiful woman present, including the foreign language majors from Kyoto University, each of whom was kneeling daily, issuing cash, and continuously shouting, "Madam! Madam! Madam! I must apologize—I didn't recognize the magnificence of the esteemed guests. I'm truly sorry to have offended such distinguished individuals. Had I known this would be the case, even with the greatest courage, I would never have dared to act so boldly!" A European gentleman was walking while kneeling among the women, issuing cash as he went. Among them, Chen Yuting received the most—1 million francs—and the other women each received varying amounts, estimated at around 10,000 francs each, with the female server receiving 100,000 francs. On top of that, the dishes ordered earlier were paid for separately. The women, receiving so much free cash, were delighted, joyful, and dancing with excitement. "Get out!" "As soon as the wealthy man finished handing over the money from his briefcase, Huang Liang gave him a sharp reprimand. Immediately, the man and the four or five bodyguards lying on the ground struggled to regain their composure, supporting each other, crawling and dragging themselves toward the entrance of the exhibition hall. Unluckily, due to their haste, their toes were bumped by the high threshold, causing them to tremble with pain. 'Remember!' Huang Liang declared, 'If I ever catch you acting up again, your fate will be far worse than this!' His words made them all turn around once more, bowing down with a crisp, steady sound—frightened by Huang Liang's authority. 'Sir! Please forgive us!' they pleaded, 'We promise we'll behave better from now on!' After the wealthy man and his bodyguards had made it outside, Huang Liang saw that his own matter was settled and took a deep breath, signaling his intention to leave. After all, the expansion of his Godly Cuisine & Entertainment Group was now secure, and he had other matters to attend to. As he was about to step away, Huang Liang noticed that Chen Yuting and the other women had gathered around him. Good that no one recognized themselves. "Wow! You're so cool! Your move just outshone Li Li-Jie—absolutely stunning!" The attractive female server was marveling at our high-light, praising him enthusiastically. Chen Yuting also rushed over, casting grateful glances toward High-light, and excitedly said, "Thank you so much for rescuing us!"