CHAPTER 465: CHAPTER 280: COMPANION, ELECTRIC BATON, GHOST_2

He sank into the soft sofa, picked up an expensive foreign liquor, poured himself a full glass, and downed more than half of it.

The hand that had just crushed the bottle still had blood seeping out, yet he seemed completely unaware, not even frowning.

"Brother Hao, are you okay?"

A loyal subordinate cautiously approached and said in a low voice:

"I think those few clueless punks downstairs were probably sent by those bastards from the East City Association to cause trouble on purpose. Damn it, daring to act wild on our turf, should we... take some people over tonight to teach them a lesson?"

"East City Association?"

Xu Hao snorted coldly, lazily leaning back against the sofa, resting his legs casually on the coffee table in front of him:

"Sending such lowlifes to test me, do they really think I’m easy to bully? Those old geezers are getting more and more pathetic..."

"Oh, Brother Hao~ don’t always talk about fighting and killing, it’s such a buzzkill."

Before he could finish his words, a heavily made-up girl in revealing clothes beside him giggled and nestled up close to Xu Hao, practically glued to him, coquettishly saying:

"Shall we sing a song? I love listening to Brother Hao sing!"

Being interrupted, Xu Hao didn’t get angry; instead, he was amused by this intentional flattery and laughed heartily, extending his arm to wrap around her soft waist and gave it a playful squeeze:

"Oh? Really? You really have a sweet tongue! Okay, today I’ll be generous and sing one for you all, fulfilling your wish."

He then grabbed the microphone from the coffee table and expertly selected a heavy metal rock song.

As the energetic prelude began, everyone present instinctively straightened their backs, showing expressions as if facing a formidable enemy.

When Xu Hao held the microphone and roared out the first note, his lackeys and the bar girls couldn’t help but twitch slightly.

The girl who suggested singing was being stared at by everyone as if she was doomed.

The deafening, thunder-like music, along with Xu Hao’s voice, which was comparable to a pig being slaughtered, instantly filled the entire room, assaulting everyone’s eardrums.

Everyone instinctively wanted to cover their ears, but with Xu Hao, the "lead singer," right in front of them, they could only endure the torturous ordeal.

They forced exaggerated smiles onto their faces, clapping vigorously and cheering loudly.

However, their eyes betrayed their true feelings of helplessness.

Amidst everyone’s ordeal, "knock, knock," the private room door was gently knocked on several times.

A subordinate noticed and seized the opportunity to speak up.

The rockstar vibe that had been barely stirred up was interrupted, and Xu Hao appeared extremely impatient, suddenly stopping his singing and yelling towards the door:

"Who is it?! Can’t you hear I’m singing?! Get lost!"

There was a brief silence outside, followed by a timid and hesitant female voice:

"Brother Hao, it’s me, Xiao Qing... I, I saw your hand was injured, so I brought a first aid kit."

Hearing Xiao Qing’s name, the impatience on Xu Hao’s face quickly subsided.

He glanced at his right hand, which was still slightly bleeding, with a complex look in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand at the others in the room: "Alright, everyone leave."

The subordinates and bar girls felt as if they had been granted amnesty, hurriedly opened the room door to let the person waiting outside in, and then filed out, closing the door behind them.

The one who walked in was the female server who had been accosted by a drunkard downstairs, Xiao Qing.

She had changed out of the bar’s work uniform, wearing a simple white T-shirt and light blue jeans, her light makeup washed off, revealing a fresh and clean face, holding a household first aid kit in her hands.

When her gaze fell on Xu Hao’s injured hand, her eyes showed noticeable worry and distress.

"Brother Hao, your hand..."

"Just a minor injury, nothing worth fussing over."

Xu Hao’s tone remained tough, but his gaze was noticeably softer than before: "Didn’t I tell you to head home after work? Why did you come here?"

"I, I was worried..."

Xiao Qing lowered her head, walked over to him, placed the first aid kit on the coffee table, and opened it, taking out tweezers, disinfectant, and gauze.

"Let me help you take care of it. The wound has glass shards in it; if you don’t clean it properly, it’ll get infected."

Xu Hao didn’t refuse anymore, allowing her to carefully use the tweezers to pick out the tiny glass fragments embedded in his skin and use a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to clean the wound.

The alcohol stung sharply when it touched the wound, causing Xu Hao’s muscles to instinctively tense, but he never made a sound.

Xiao Qing’s movements were very gentle, her eyelashes lowered, with a focused expression.

The only sound remaining in the room was the faint noise she made while treating the wound, with a slightly awkward yet subtly ambiguous atmosphere between them.

"Alright."

Xu Hao broke the silence just as she was about to finish bandaging: "This minor injury will be fine in a few days."

"Still, be careful..."

Xiao Qing murmured softly, carefully tying the final knot.

Just then, there was another series of rapid "knock, knock" at the door.

Xu Hao raised his eyebrows, unable to resist yelling again:

"Who is it now? Can’t you give it a rest?"

Before anyone outside could respond, there was a "click," and the room door quietly opened from the outside.

Two men in jackets, both expressionless, barged in.