My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 335 Oh My God

Chapter 335: Chapter 335 Oh My God

"Brother Liang, three foreigners didn’t understand the rules here, insulted us, and hit us." A few girls found Brother Liang to complain.

Jiali Club, like other nightclubs, the hostesses aren’t just any women.

Besides, it’s usually not the case that all hostesses offer special services.

Especially within Ye Gang’s territory, the business of gambling, drugs, and prostitution is untouched.

"Grab your stuff and follow me," Brother Liang slammed the table as he stood up hearing this, "Don’t understand the rules? On Ye Gang’s turf, we’ll teach those foreigners how to behave."

Brother Liang gathered a group and got into action.

At this moment, Wilson practically fled the private room, and as soon as he left the elevator, he found the way and ran frantically.

Wilson also realized that he was too impulsive and that’s why he got into trouble.

Right now, the last thing he wanted was any trouble, as it would be greatly unfavorable to him.

But Wilson never expected that a few hostesses would be so proud, truly extraordinary.

"Huaxia women are just different, even the hostesses are as proud as princesses," Wilson thought.

The curly-haired man and muscular man followed closely behind Wilson, the three of them on high alert, desperately fleeing for their lives.

Especially the curly-haired and muscular men, their faces showed panic. Wilson had mentioned that provoking a Huaxia gang would end in feeding the fish. They were afraid; no way could they end up feeding the fish.

"Oh, my God!" The first floor of Jiali Club was buzzing, roaring with intense metal music, lights flashing.

At one table, a few men and women were chatting in low voices. Suddenly, a man got so excited that he let out such an exclamation.

It was this exclamation that almost cost Wilson and his companions their lives.

"God! Where’s God?" The muscular guy, mixing in his rudimentary Huaxia language, echoed in surprise, his bulky frame suddenly froze, turning mechanically with bones cracking, eagerly looking back.

"What? God? Where? God is here? What a joke?" The curly-haired man bent over, scanning left and right ahead.

"Lord, have mercy," Wilson was even more dramatic; his knee went weak and he knelt down, one leg already on the floor. As the second knee almost touched the ground, he came to his senses, cautiously glanced around, then carefully patted his chest in relief, showing a jaded expression.

"Damn, this is just a way Huaxia people express surprise, freaking God. If God were here, I’d rip out my heart and eat it." Wilson consoled himself, regaining a semblance of normalcy from his discomposed state.

Wilson and his companions were fleeing, fearing that Jiali Club people might block their way. Initially panicking, they were terrorized by this shout; their response showed they were scared witless.

God, others might not know what this term represents, but Wilson and his companions knew. It’s the organization’s brand, their trump card. Wilson had come to seek refuge with Elder Fu by selling out God’s identity.

God has been attributed with titles by heads of states around the world, indicating how terrifying it was.

If they indeed encountered God, there was no way they would escape alive.

"Haha, hahaha, those foreigners, what are they doing?"

"Are they paying respects to us, looking for a reward?"

"That’s right, looking for a reward. Westerners do this, kneeling to us assuming we are noble lords, and they are servants. Seems like they understand our culture. Everyone, be generous, extend them some bills, pity them."

"I’ll reward two red notes."

"No one has ever knelt on one knee for me, just for this, I’ll reward five red notes."

"I’ll give one too, such poor kids from across the ocean."

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The crowd chattered, each acting like a wealthy lord, throwing bills in front of Wilson.

Wilson was furious, being treated like a beggar.

The curly-haired man was dumbfounded, muttering in confusion, "Are these people crazy? Why so generous? Even if it’s a tip, we did nothing. Damn, we are assassins, not waiters, this is insulting our profession."

The muscular man stared blankly, looking around in confusion, not understanding what these people were saying.

"Bow and thank them quickly, no need to keep kneeling, be exempt from the courtesy." A man laughed, clutching his belly; he was the one whose exclamation scared Wilson and his companions half to death.

"I curse your ancestors," Wilson exploded, unending fury fueled a fist as he swung at the man.

"Bang!" The man’s face caved in, with blood spurting from his mouth.

The man fell, and Wilson rained down kicks on him.

"What kind of person is this? A lunatic?"

"We kindly gave rewards, but they don’t appreciate it, even daring to hit people."

"Murder! Run, murder!"

"Let’s hide and let Brother Liang handle this."

"Notify Brother Liang immediately."

"Notify my ass, someone causing trouble, Brother Liang already knows."

The crowd discussed urgently, dodging away.

Wilson focused on punching and kicking the man, getting more viciously as he went.

"Damn it, daring to hit people in Brother Liang’s place, you must not want to live. Damn it, keep hitting, I’ll fight you to death, ouch ouch." The man couldn’t resist and could only hug his head and cry out in pain.

"What to do?"

"Damn it, endure until Brother Liang handles it. If we strike, we’ll be equally guilty."

The companions of the beaten man held back anger and muttered this.

"The boss lost his mind, these people gave money in goodwill, why beat them for no reason," the muscular guy stated in English, puzzled.

"They thought we were beggars," the curly-haired man explained.

"What? Daring to insult our assassin profession, kill them," the muscular guy got angry, his muscles squirming, ready to rush in for a kill.

"Don’t make trouble, let the boss vent a little, then we escape. There’s a saying in Huaxia, ’under the eaves, one has to bow’, we can’t be arrogant," the curly-haired man said more steadily.

"Pah, damn pigs," the muscular man cursed.

"Boss, that’s enough, this is their turf, we should go," the curly-haired man reminded.

"Idiot, I’ll spare your miserable life this time. If this were my turf, I’d chop you up for flower fertilizer," Wilson gave a final kick, then stopped.

"Brother Liang is coming, step aside," the crowd whispered carefully, quickly clearing the way.

"Crap," Wilson and his companions were suddenly startled.