Chapter 7 – The Nightclub Queen
The invitation came unexpectedly.
A single line, sent through a private number.
If you want real influence, come to Neon Crown tonight.
No signature.
No explanation.
The system reacted instantly.
[High-Risk Area Detected]
[Probability of Valuable Target: High]
Lin Mo didn't hesitate.
Neon Crown wasn't a club.
It was a kingdom.
Music pulsed like a living heartbeat, lights slicing through smoke and heat. VIP booths hovered above the crowd like thrones.
Every dangerous deal in the city passed through here—one way or another.
And at the center of it all—
Bai Yue.
She reclined in the central booth, legs crossed, red lips curved in amusement as the city's predators competed for her attention.
Nightclub queen.
Information broker.
Unofficial ruler of the underground.
Her gaze snapped to Lin Mo the moment he entered.
Not because he was flashy.
Because he wasn't.
"Interesting," she murmured.
She gestured.
Lin Mo was escorted to her booth without resistance.
Most men bowed.
Lin Mo sat.
"You're new," Bai Yue said, studying him openly. "And you don't look impressed."
"I don't impress easily," Lin Mo replied.
She laughed softly, leaning closer. Her perfume was sharp, intoxicating.
"Do you know where you are?"
"Yes," Lin Mo said calmly. "At the center."
Her smile widened.
Dangerous men surrounded them.
No one intervened.
"People usually pay to sit here," Bai Yue said.
Lin Mo placed his phone on the table.
Transferred funds flashed.
2,000,000 yuan
"For the conversation," he said.
The system chimed.
[Cashback Triggered: +6,000,000 yuan]
Bai Yue's eyes flicked to the screen.
For the first time, her smile became genuine.
"You spend money like it's a joke."
"I earn it faster than I spend," Lin Mo replied.
She leaned back, reassessing him.
Then—
The music stuttered.
A group of men approached—faces hard, intent obvious.
"Yue-jie," one sneered. "Boss wants to see you."
Bai Yue didn't move.
Lin Mo did.
The system flared.
[Threat Detected]
[Skill Activated: Urban Combat Proficiency]
The first man didn't even see it coming.
Lin Mo moved with brutal efficiency—precise, controlled, devastating.
Tables overturned.
Music cut.
Screams followed.
When it ended, the men lay groaning on the floor.
Silence spread.
Bai Yue stared at Lin Mo, chest rising slightly faster.
"…Who are you?" she asked quietly.
Lin Mo straightened, adjusting his sleeve.
"Someone worth protecting," he replied.
The system chimed.
[Emotional Shock Detected]
[Sponsorship Opportunity Available: Bai Yue]
She smiled slowly, eyes dark with interest.
"Then," she said, "let's see how much you're worth."
As the club roared back to life, Lin Mo knew—
The underground had noticed him.
And it would never let him go.