Brother Yu, the long-haired man, had been by Mo Tingfeng’s side for many years. Their bond was not just that of a superior and subordinate but more like brothers growing up together. As for the curly-haired man, he was a new addition to the security team, recruited just last year. Though he was a bit naïve, his imposing muscles made him a deterrent to anyone with ill intentions.

Mo Tingfeng had turned 28 this year. He was no longer a child, but his father still treated him as if he were, always assigning bodyguards to follow him around wherever he went, fearful of any harm coming his way.

Yes, he was the son of a former gangster boss. Even though his father had retired from the underworld, the grudges of the past had not been easily erased. To avoid anyone targeting the son of the former crime lord, it was better to be cautious.

Still, having bodyguards wherever he went was incredibly annoying. His friends never said it out loud, but he was sure they secretly mocked his “heritage.” Tonight, for instance, he had just wanted to enjoy a drink alone, but these two kept following him closely.

When would he ever be able to enjoy a little freedom?

Mo Tingfeng found himself envying ordinary people from normal families who at least had space to live their lives freely.

As he brooded, he couldn’t help but drink another glass of liquor, shaking his head, and decided to step out for some fresh air.

“Young Master, where are you going?” The curly-haired bodyguard asked.

“To the restroom.”

“I’ll come too!”

“Why? Are we going to see who can pee farther?” Mo Tingfeng didn’t want to be rude, but these two were really getting on his nerves.

“Young Master, you should let him come along! There might be an ambush in the restroom,” Brother Yu cautioned.

“…”

Mo Tingfeng sighed and left. As he walked away, Brother Yu chuckled softly. He knew the Young Master longed for freedom, but his father was overly protective, and after losing several illegitimate children in gang violence, he became paranoid. The Young Master’s strict father just wanted to ensure his son’s safety.

The Young Master was proud and stubborn, and despite his martial arts skills, he hated being treated like a delicate flower, but out of filial piety, he tolerated it. Over the years, the number of bodyguards had been reduced to just two groups, one led by Brother Yu and the other by the curly-haired man, keeping a watchful eye on him at all times.

After nearly twenty years by his side, Brother Yu couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental. He knew the Young Master’s heart was broken after the recent breakup. The woman had left him just because she got a few stitches from an accident during a commercial shoot, fearing she might get disfigured, and even blamed him for the supposed family curse. 

The Young Master’s love life had been anything but smooth, with multiple failed relationships. Brother Yu was furious at the woman, but Mo Tingfeng just smiled and said he didn’t understand.

It was true. Women were just for fun, but the Young Master took every relationship seriously. With his tragic love history, Brother Yu felt the rumors about the Mo family’s curse on their men were not entirely unfounded.

Suddenly, a service staff member interrupted his thoughts. “Mr. Fang,” the waiter called. “Should I open another bottle for you?”

Mo Tingfeng often visited this bar, and unfinished bottles of liquor were stored here. The bottle on the table had only a little left, and after a couple of drinks, it was almost empty.

Brother Yu nodded, signaling for another bottle of whiskey. 

“Also, please bring two glasses of soda water,” he added. 

It was still Brother Yu and the curly-haired man’s duty time. They couldn’t drink alcohol, so they satisfied their craving with soda water.

“Understood. I’ll bring it right away.”

While the waiter went to fetch the drinks, a customer approached him, and neither the waiter nor the bartender noticed a third person secretly adding something into the drink. 

Ten minutes later, Mo Tingfeng began feeling strange—his body was hot, and his heart was racing.

“Young Master, are you feeling unwell?” Brother Yu noticed the change.

“It’s probably just the alcohol,” Mo Tingfeng said, tapping his head and shaking it, but instead of clearing, his mind became even more confused. “I’ll wash my face. Please ask the waiter to bring me some detox tea.”

He went to the restroom again, with the curly-haired man accompanying him. After splashing cold water on his face and taking a few deep breaths, Mo Tingfeng still felt uneasy.

Could the drink have been spiked?

Suddenly, he became alert and was about to call out to the curly-haired man, but just then, a loud clatter and hurried footsteps were heard from outside.

The curly-haired man stuck his head in, his expression grim. “Young Master! Something’s happening outside. Stay here, don’t come out. I’ll check it out.”

Mo Tingfeng nodded and watched as his bodyguard hurried away. Suddenly, his head spun, and dizziness overwhelmed him.

“Police inspection!”

When a group of police officers suddenly rushed in, Chu Minghuan and Vicky were both stunned.

The lead officer flashed his credentials and spoke in a steady, clear voice. “We’ve received a tip-off that illegal drugs are being used here. We’ll be conducting a search on everyone, so please stay seated and remain calm.”

Illegal drugs? Was he talking about ecstasy or something like that?

Chu Minghuan was shocked and exchanged a glance with Vicky. At that moment, Vicky had already snapped back to reality. The color drained from her cheeks, and she looked a bit pale.

“Minghuan, do you think we’ll be okay?” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t take any drugs, just had a bit to drink. We’ll be fine.”

“But I’ve been here so many times and have never had a surprise inspection. Why now… who could’ve reported us?”

“Whoever reported it doesn’t matter. As long as we have a clear conscience, there’s nothing to fear,” Chu Minghuan reassured her softly.

At that moment, a young police officer came over, checked the identification of the two women, and after noticing their clear eyes and coherent speech—nothing like someone who had taken drugs—he nodded and asked a few more questions before letting them go.

Chu Minghuan let out a breath of relief. Having had too much to drink, she suddenly realized she needed to take care of something. “Officer, may I go to the restroom now?”

The young officer smiled at her cautious request. “Of course, you can go.”