Just after being thrown into the lake, seven beautiful women blocked the door calling him "husb

The lobby manager was completely dumbfounded by the fawning smile on his face.

She's been in this business for ten years and has seen coal bosses who spend lavishly.

I've also seen extravagant rich kids.

But she had never seen anyone so arrogant before.

This isn't consumption at all.

This is burning money.

The dozen or so girls who had just been beaming with joy also stopped what they were doing.

They stared blankly at the man in the center of the sofa.

【What? You're scared to death?】

[I've been holding back for over twenty years, and tonight I'm only just getting warmed up.]

Chen Ye's drunkenness intensified.

He looked at the manager's face and curled his lip in an impatient gesture.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"Or is it that all your splendor amounts to is this?"

These words were like a slap in the face to the manager.

She jolted awake and snapped back to reality.

"Yes, yes! Please wait a moment, sir!"

She dared not hesitate for even a moment.

"I'll arrange it right away! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

She left the private room, her heart still pounding.

Good heavens, we've encountered a true god today!

As soon as the manager left, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly turned cold.

The dozen or so girls looked at each other, and none of them dared to approach easily.

The girl who had been sitting on Chen Ye's lap also tactfully moved to the side.

They sensed that this man wanted what they wanted.

It seems to be more than just simple drinking and having fun.

Chen Ye ignored them.

He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let the alcohol run rampant through his veins.

Comfortable.

That felt so fucking good.

This is the life he wants.

Unrestrained, flamboyant, trampling all rules underfoot.

What kind of ace lawyer is Juncheng Law Firm? What kind of legal wolf is he?

Get the hell out of here.

This is Lao Tzu's home turf.

Not long after, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

Another row of twenty girls was brought in by the manager.

Women of all shapes and sizes, each with their own unique style.

The enormous circular sofa in the Emperor's Hall was now completely crammed full.

At first glance, all you see are long, white legs and skirts of various colors.

The water taste was so strong it could choke you.

The manager stood at the door, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and spoke cautiously.

"Sir...you see, now..."

Chen Ye slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly stood up, his body swaying slightly from the alcohol.

But his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were frighteningly bright.

He scanned the entire room, then let out a wild laugh.

"This is nothing!"

He picked up an unopened bottle of Royal Salute and used it as a microphone.

He yelled at the room full of beautiful women.

"Get the party started!"

After he finished speaking, he began his "military parade".

He walked slowly and unsteadily from one end of the sofa to the other.

He used the professional eye he had honed in his previous life to scrutinize every girl.

[This won't do. The eyeshadow is too heavy, it covers up the under-eye area, and it looks too cheap and tacky. You'd guess it's for someone who does a lot of makeup.]

[This one has false eyelashes practically flying up to my temples; it'll be terrifying after I take off my makeup tonight. Pass.]

[Hmm? Not bad. Excellent posture; back straight, legs together. You've had professional training.]

He walked up to the girl in the white dress who looked the most innocent.

The girl was trembling all over, her head bowed low, not daring to look at him.

"Ha, pretending to be innocent? I've been using that trick for ten years."

Chen Ye sneered inwardly and walked past.

He didn't know that in the instant he walked past...

The girl suddenly looked up at his back.

His face looked like he'd seen a ghost.

She trembled as she pulled her phone from her small bag.

On the screen is a wildly popular short video.

In the video, there is a man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

In court, he was sharp-tongued and invincible.

The girl's hands trembled even more violently.

The god in the video, and this drunken madman in front of me.

Is it really the same person?

Chen Ye's "military parade" has finally come to an end.

He swayed back to the middle of the sofa and plopped down.

"Boring."

He frowned.

These girls, though all beautiful, always seemed to be missing something.

It's a bit lacking, the kind he saw in his peers in his past life.

The "professionalism" of manipulating men requires training.

He suddenly felt very bored.

Let's play dice.

He picked up a dice cup from the table and weighed it in his hand.

He's familiar with this thing.

He knows it better than the law itself.

"I'll play with all of you by myself."

Chen Ye's voice was domineering.

"I'll drink a bottle if I lose."

He pointed to the foreign liquor on the table.

"Whoever loses, just has to drink a drink."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The girls were ecstatic.

"Boss, you said it yourself!"

"Sisters, let's make him walk out strangled today!"

"The boss is too generous, we won't stand on ceremony!"

They all assumed that the wealthy patron had drunk too much and was simply spending money recklessly.

With over thirty people, they could easily wear him down in a war of attrition.

I'm sure I'll be rolling in the drink commissions tonight.

The girl in the white dress looked at this scene, opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But the surrounding noise instantly drowned out her faint voice.

A bunch of idiots.

[What's the difference between playing dice in front of Lao Tzu and showing off your axe skills in front of Lu Ban (a legendary carpenter)?]

Chen Ye looked at their excited expressions and sneered inwardly.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Let them see heaven first, then kick them into hell with your own hands.

Games start.

Chen Ye held the dice cup in one hand, his movements so fast that they left afterimages.

Those fancy and efficient techniques clearly indicate a seasoned veteran.

His first opponent was a glamorous girl in a tight red dress.

She giggled and opened her dice cup.

"Hey handsome, I have three sixes! You're definitely going to lose!"

Chen Ye didn't even look at it, and simply turned his dice cup upside down on the table.

"open."

He only said one word.

The girl, refusing to believe it, lifted the lid.

Three dice, stacked together, stood steadily on the table.

The one at the very top is clearly six o'clock.

Dice-themed Arhat Tower!

The girl's smile froze on her face.

The surrounding noise also quieted down for a moment.

"drink."

Chen Ye didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

The girl's face turned pale, and she had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink the glass.

the second.

The third.

The tenth one.

In the Emperor's Hall, only the crisp sound of dice clashing could be heard.

He drank one glass after another with the girls, his face contorted with embarrassment as he drank.

Chen Ye leaned back lazily on the sofa.

They're too lazy to even open the dice cup; they just announce the numbers each time.

They only lost twice.

He wasn't playing around or gambling at all.

He is using a dimensional reduction attack.

He used the survival skills he had honed in his previous life, struggling through mud and grime.

Crushing these greenhouse flowers.

The girls' expressions changed from initial excitement to shock.

From shock to awe.

Finally, it turned into fear, and she began to doubt the meaning of life.

They no longer saw Chen Ye as a spendthrift tycoon.

Instead, they were watching a demon king who controlled the entire scene.

The wine was poured down his throat continuously.

Chen Ye's mind was becoming increasingly muddled.

The heavily made-up faces in front of me began to blur and spin.

One by one, they were all superimposed on each other.

Su Qingying's aloof face.

Liu Huan's alluring fox-like eyes.

Qin Kexin's gentle yet stubborn smile.

Anran's large eyes were filled with admiration.

There was even Jiang Yuyan's provocative teasing, which carried a dangerous undertone.

Their faces blended in with the faces of the girls in front of them.

It made him lose track of where he was.

Another game is over.

A girl with a mournful face opened her dice cup.

"Handsome guy...I...I drew a straight..."

Chen Ye shook his head, trying to see her clearly.

But that face, in his pupils, transformed into Liu Huan's likeness.

With a hint of coquettishness and a hint of provocation.

"A straight?"

Chen Ye suddenly laughed.

He reached out and tried to pinch her chin.

But unconsciously, a name came out of his mouth.

"Liu Huan, you little vixen... you think you can fool me with such a simple trick?"

He suddenly stopped.

The entire private room fell completely silent because of his words.

The air seemed to freeze.

The girl he called out looked completely bewildered.

Liu Huan?

Who is Liu Huan?

Chen Ye sobered up considerably in an instant.

Damn, I misspoke.

He shook his head, looking at the women scattered all over the room, their eyes glazed over.

An unprecedented emptiness suddenly silenced him.

I'm so tired of winning, and I'm getting emotional too.

He won against everyone.

But why can't I feel happy at all?

He muttered a curse under his breath, his voice low but filled with boundless frustration.

"Damn... he's not even half as professional as I was back then."

This absurd game has finally come to an end.

Inside the private room, a large number of people lay sprawled out, scattered haphazardly.

Most of the girls had already been drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

Only a handful are still managing to hold on.

Chen Ye was the sole victor.

He stood up, swaying slightly, and tried to get his coat.

The whole world was spinning.

He saw another figure sitting upright in the corner.

It was the girl in the white dress.

She wasn't involved in the game, so she was still quite lucid.

She just stared at him, her clear eyes filled with a terrifyingly complex mix of emotions.

There was shock, disappointment, fear, and a trace of... indescribable sadness.

Fueled by alcohol, Chen Ye walked towards her step by step.

He walked up to her and looked down at her.

On his face was a smile tinged with drunkenness.

"What's wrong, little rabbit?"

"Scared out of your wits?"

The girl's body began to tremble violently.

She bit her lower lip hard, almost drawing blood.

Finally, she mustered all her courage and raised her head.

He said something that made Chen Ye's mind go blank.

"You...you are Chen Ye..."

"It's that lawyer Chen from the Qinghu Village case..."