The Young Master's Exclusive Party
As the largest entertainment capital in America, Coast City may be short on some things, but it has no shortage of beautiful women.
Hollywood's Walk of Fame is the stage where many actresses chase their dreams, and "The Capital of Fun," Coast City's largest nightclub, has become a mandatory stop for them. There are always big spenders here; catching one can guarantee a life of comfort for years.
But today was different. The Capital of Fun, a club with a powerful background and a mission to serve all young people, had been completely rented out. Even more annoyingly, the scoundrel who booked it placed a sign outside the main entrance that read:
TODAY: Free Drinks. No Male Guests Admitted!
Naturally, the free-spirited rich second-generation heirs and male celebrities were furious and demanded an explanation from the club manager. When they learned that the club had been booked by Young Master Shaw, they awkwardly apologized and quickly left, crestfallen.
In Coast City, you could afford to ignore the police, the gangs, and even the mayor, but the one person you absolutely could not offend was Young Master Shaw. Young Master Shaw was a very generous man; he never hurt people, he simply made them disappear.
Yes, he was truly very generous.
While the men cursed and seethed with envy, the women were ecstatic. This was Young Master Shaw, the legendary handsome, charming, and generous man who never refused a beautiful woman's request. Surely, a night with him would send their acting careers skyrocketing!
The Fury of Carol Ferris
At Ferris Aircraft, Carol Ferris was enjoying a rare moment of leisure after a long day's work. Her secretary, Angie, rushed in.
"Boss, that person is back."
Carol opened her eyes, a flash of anger passing through them. "He's back, so what? What's so surprising?"
The secretary hesitated for a few seconds, then whispered, "He booked The Capital of Fun, drinks are free, and no men are allowed inside." Her voice dropped even lower. "Only women are permitted."
CRASH!
The coffee cup hit the floor.
Carol Ferris, her face pale with fury, stood up. She pressed her right hand to her forehead and paced back and forth, muttering low curses like scum, bastard, and stud—words unintelligible to anyone else.
Angie lowered her head, avoiding eye contact, trying to minimize her presence.
The secretary had heard bits and pieces about the Boss's emotional entanglement with that person. Amidst her curiosity, a wave of confusion arose: Why would a perfect woman like Carol—young, beautiful, intelligent, capable, and someone who boosted the company's performance by 50% in one year—be repeatedly tossed aside by such a scumbag? Even more baffling was that after being cheated on multiple times, the Boss still seemed to cling to him.
It was truly perplexing. Was that man really that outstanding?
After half a minute of cursing, Carol Ferris finally calmed down. Her refined features were slightly twisted; she bit her lip, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
"Oh, Luke, you miserable wretch. After months away, I thought you might have restrained yourself, but you're still acting like this. You love to play, do you? Tonight, I'll play you to death."
With a dark expression, Carol grabbed her phone and made several calls. Then, she ripped off her work uniform, changed into casual clothes, and strode out. Sensing trouble, Angie quickly followed behind her.
Party Time
Tonight, The Capital of Fun was noisy, extremely noisy—a scene unprecedented in its scale.
With free drinks and free food, and only a handful of men present, the scantily clad young women lost all inhibition and sang passionately on the stage. Their young bodies were full of energy, twisting and swaying, creating waves of motion that brought to mind wild horses galloping across a spring field.
As the night and the liquor deepened, the girls started an impromptu "no clothes" party.
Under the dazzling lights, bras flew, and underwear danced wildly.
When men outnumbered women, women were the pursued target. When women outnumbered men, men became the target.
As a result, Luke and his friends were surrounded by fiery, passionate teenage girls.
In such a scene, what man could hold back? Tipsy from the alcohol, Wang Hu tore off his shirt, exposing his mighty pectoral muscles.
A few shy, yet intensely excited, young girls curiously followed behind him.
The other brothers also had great success, spinning around the dance floor with beautiful girls of various skin tones, causing bursts of cheers wherever they went.
In the entire venue, only Luke and Dior still had their clothes intact. The latter was simply uninterested in women, while the former had to maintain his 'boss' demeanor.
Although they weren't on the dance floor, the women around them were the most high-quality.
Especially Dior, whose mixed Chinese, Spanish, and French heritage combined all the best features of Eastern and Western men. His face was as exquisitely carved as marble, yet softened in subtle ways, making him handsome yet delicate. His androgynous appearance was highly sought after by small-time fans.
Unfortunately, the guy was a closed book. He either drank or ate, not uttering a word the entire time, which left his admirers intensely frustrated, their eyes welling up with tears that were almost overflowing.
Unlike Dior's fangirls, the women around Luke were the 'upper class' that ordinary girls couldn't reach—either rich heiresses or celebrity offspring, all young and in their prime.
Luke was playing a card game with them: the loser took off an article of clothing. After dozens of rounds, the girls were nearly naked, but Luke's suit buttons hadn't even been undone.
Luke laughed heartily. The girls grew agitated, accusing Luke of cheating and demanding a restart.
So, a new round of the card game began. This time, the girls dealt the cards and made the rules. Yet, after dozens of rounds, the table was piled high with bras and panties of all colors.
Luke raised his glass and drained it, laughing as he declared that these clothes were his spoils of war.
The girls, their eyes red from losing, immediately pounced, pinning the triumphant Luke to the sofa. The scene defied verbal description.
The Capital of Fun was destined for a sleepless night.
At 8:30 PM, a red supercar appeared outside the club.
Inside the car, Carol Ferris picked up her phone and dialed her subordinate, Hal Jordan.
"Begin!"
Carol spoke only one word before hanging up the phone, her eyes fixed on the main entrance of The Capital of Fun.
Meanwhile, Hal Jordan, who had not yet received his Green Lantern Ring, and his friend Tom stood inside the club's warehouse. Hearing the occasional screams from outside, Hal couldn't help but lick his lips, looking somewhat wistful.
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