Wu Bin glanced at the caller ID and felt momentarily stunned.
Wu Bin answered the call and asked, "Old Song, why are you calling me now? Is something wrong?"
Although they all lived in the same dormitory, Wu Bin’s interests and hobbies were different from the other three, so they rarely contacted each other.
Song Bing and the others liked to play games, but their skills were not high; they were the type who were both bad at and fond of playing.
Wu Bin was different; for one, his gaming skills were indeed much higher than theirs, and secondly, he had already played games in his previous life, and this time he did not want to waste his time on games again.
Song Bing’s urgent voice came from the phone.
"Old Wu, hurry and bring people to save us, we’re at Black Rose Bar, we’ve been beaten up!"
Song Bing was blocked at Black Rose Bar and got beaten?
Before Wu Bin could ask for details, noises of the phone being knocked to the ground, followed by a man’s mocking voice, came from Song Bing’s end.
"You’ve got some nerve, kid, trying to call for help right in front of me? Did I allow you to make a call? Looks like you’re asking for a beating! Brothers, get him!"
After this sentence, the call was swiftly cut off from the other end.
Wu Bin’s face darkened, and he immediately said to the driver, "Master, to Black Rose Bar."
Although Wu Bin usually didn’t hang out in bars, he was very familiar with the bars around the school.
This was because Wu Bin wanted to start a takeout business, and the bars were within their scope of service, so naturally, he had to have a basic understanding of them.
He Bingbing said nervously by his side, "Wu Bin, should we call the police first?"
He Bingbing took out her cell phone, ready to call the police, but Wu Bin stopped her.
"Don’t rush, let’s see what’s happening first. You guys wait for me outside later; Zhu Ling and I will go in and check."
A cold sneer crossed Wu Bin’s mind.
If they really dared to hit Song Bing, no matter who they were, Wu Bin would make them pay a price; he definitely wouldn’t let them off lightly by just calling the police.
Wu Bin had encountered such incidents before, and he knew that wealthy people had plenty of ways to get away with their actions of beating someone.
As soon as the car stopped at the entrance of Black Rose Bar, Wu Bin charged in with Zhu Ling.
He Bingbing and the others also tried to follow, only to be stopped by the security guards at the door.
"What are you doing? No photography allowed, no entry."
He Bingbing quickly clarified their identity.
"We’re from a TV station, doing a live broadcast; please let us through."
The security guards were even less likely to let them in when they heard that.
They all knew how messy it could be inside the bar. Someone from a TV station, and with a live broadcast running at that, wanting to enter?
Watching Wu Bin disappear from the camera, the viewers in the live broadcast room were very anxious.
"Damn, Wu Bin acted on impulse and charged inside with little sister Zhu Ling; what if something happens?"
"Don’t worry, have you guys forgotten that Wu Bin is a frail student? Even the king of heaven wouldn’t dare touch him inside; whoever does is committing murder, basically asking for death."
"Don’t talk nonsense. The bar is not like the outside world; they control everything like the surveillance there. Even if they beat up Wu Bin, they can just delete the footage, and even if the police come, there will be no evidence to prove who was involved."
"Ah, doesn’t this mean that Brother Wu is really in danger now?"
While the netizens in the live stream were still worried about Wu Bin’s safety, at this moment, Wu Bin couldn’t care less. He went straight to kicking down doors one private room at a time, looking for someone.
When Wu Bin kicked open the door of the third private room, he saw Song Bing, his face covered in blood, protecting Lin Nan. They stood in the furthest corner of the room.
In front of them were six burly men with tattoos.
Seeing that Wu Bin had actually kicked the door in, all six burly men turned their gaze to him instantly.
The leader, a man with a shiny bald head, had a fierce look in his eyes.
"Kid, what’s your deal? Kicking in doors at our Black Rose, you’ve got some nerve," he said.
Wu Bin didn’t pay attention to the bald man but walked straight up to Song Bing.
At this point, Song Bing had been beaten to a mess, blood streaming down his head, completely smearing over one eye, as if he had just been in a fierce boxing match.
Seeing Wu Bin arrive, Song Bing smiled with his mouth wide open.
But soon, as if he remembered something, he asked, "Old Wu, you didn’t call the cops?"
Wu Bin replied indifferently, "Right after you called me, I rushed over, how would I have had time to call the police?"
As soon as Song Bing heard that, he almost cried.
"Come on, how did you not have the time? You could have made the call while you were on your way! Man, I really can’t with you, both you and the girl came just to be served up on a platter?"
Song Bing had called Wu Bin the first time because Wu Bin was the first person in his call history—just one tap to make the call, very fast.
Song Bing had originally hoped that after he told Wu Bin, he would help call the cops.
But Wu Bin, instead of doing so, just brought Zhu Ling and ran over!
Although Song Bing was touched in his heart, he still couldn’t help but think Wu Bin was an idiot.
The bald man casually shut the door of the private room.
He sneered, "It’s true what they say about college students—so much courage, coming alone into my territory to rescue someone."
"Alright, for the sake of your loyalty, I’ll give you a chance," he said.
"Your brother stirred up trouble in my place, trashed the venue, and according to our rules in this circle, you cough up fifty grand, and today’s affair is settled. If you can’t come up with the money, I’ll have to break one of his hands and let him take care of himself in the hospital."
After the bald man said this, he casually pulled out a baton and held it in his hand.
Seeing their brazen attitude, Wu Bin knew that this was obviously not their first time doing this kind of thing.
Song Bing said from the side, "Old Wu, we didn’t mean to make trouble. We just came in to discuss a promotion deal when their guys started picking fights, saying we were breaking rules and wouldn’t let us leave. I tried to get Lin Nan out, so I pushed them away, and then they beat me up ."
Wu Bin looked at Lin Nan, who, though terrified, still tried to remain calm and nodded, indicating that what Song Bing said was true.
Wu Bin, who had lived two lives, naturally knew what the bald man was up to.
It was a lie that Song Bing and the others were making trouble; the truth was that he had his eye on Lin Nan.
After all, it wasn’t the alcohol that made bars attractive, it was the presence of beautiful women.
Especially someone like Lin Nan, a pure-looking female university student who, if able to perform regularly at the bar, would likely attract quite a few wealthy businessmen.
That’s why the bald man intentionally picked a quarrel, seeking to forcibly keep the two of them there.