400: Chapter 389: The Brother-in-law’s Unparalleled Choice 400: Chapter 389: The Brother-in-law’s Unparalleled Choice Chatting and laughing all the way, the group quickly arrived at Twilight Nightclub.
Since it was just past six o’clock, there weren’t too many people inside.
When Song Yun and his friends entered, they saw Mao Shan sitting at the bar, drinking alone.
“Kid, you got here really early,” Song Yun said, slapping Mao Shan’s shoulder as he walked up.
Mao Shan turned around with a shy smile.
“I just got here too.
But hey, the quality of women in this club isn’t too shabby—I’ve already spotted two or three lookers since I came in.”
“Point them out to me,” Song Yun said with a grin.
“Let’s see if big brother can snag you the contact information of one of those ladies.”
“Don’t bother.
It’s just for a bit of fun tonight; tomorrow, I have to go back to being good,” Mao Shan said, though he still pointed at a couple of women sitting across the bar.
“What do you think?
Those two are pretty hot, right?”
Following Mao Shan’s finger, Song Yun chuckled dryly.
“Women who sit at the bar at this time are here either for business or gold-digging.
You don’t really want to get mixed up with that kind, do you?”
“Forget it then.
I thought they were decent girls,” Mao Shan said with a wry turn of the lips.
“Decent girls at a nightclub?
You’re kidding,” Song Yun teased.
At that moment, the nightclub’s general manager hurried down, straightened his clothes, and greeted Song Yun with a smile, “Brother Song, you’re quite early!”
“Not really.
You know, a good Hunter always stakes out his spot before the prey arrives,” Song Yun joked.
“How’s business been these past few days?”
“Booming.
Though we nearly got shut down a while back, all these youngsters still keep flocking to our club,” the man said, chuckling.
“After all, we let ladies in for free and even give them a complimentary drink.”
“With more women coming, the men naturally follow, eager as ever.
Though the men have to pay the cover charge, just these past couple of days we’ve been at full capacity.”
Watching the man’s excited expression, Song Yun said, “Keep up the good work.
Is the private room we asked for ready?”
“But of course.
When Brother Song comes, I make sure everything’s prepared in advance,” the man replied obsequiously, then led Song Yun and his friends to the VIP room upstairs.
As soon as he entered, Song Yun’s eyes lit up.
This general manager knew he was throwing a bachelor party and had managed to gather quite a few ladies—nice, very nice.
There were around eleven or twelve women in the room, and though they might not compare to Li Shishi and her friends, they were untouchable beauties to the average person.
Even more delightful was their attire—there were policewomen, nurses, secretaries, and more.
All the feminine professions you could think of were represented, and Song Yun even spotted one woman dressed as a prisoner.
It seemed the manager had put a lot of thought into this.
“You’ve done a good job, kid,” Song Yun said, patting the man’s shoulder with approval.
“Heh, I’ll be honest with you, these ladies are all fresh-faced models, usually taking on promo gigs.
You’re having a party tonight, and I figured it wouldn’t be fun without women, so I brought these ladies here.
I hope you don’t mind.”
Now that’s what you call a people person.
Not only had he taken care of everything in advance for Song Yun and the gang, but he also took all the blame himself, ready to confidently claim ignorance if need be.
“You’ve got potential, kid,” Song Yun praised.
“Alright, let’s start with some food—we haven’t had dinner yet; drinking on an empty stomach is rough.”
“Got it,” the man nodded and left.
Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces, Song Yun cleared his throat and said, “Don’t embarrass me, alright?
What haven’t you seen before?
Don’t make a fool out of yourself here.”
“It’s not that, boss.
It’s just that these outfits are just way too revealing, even compared to what Bo Lin has me wear,” Li Tang said, swallowing hard.
“So you remember Bo Lin, huh?” Song Yun muttered under his breath.
“Let me make this clear: having fun is fine, but don’t go overboard.
Anyone who lets fun replace the person they have at home—that’s when my family law comes into play.”
“No way, we know who’s who.
It’s all just play-acting, and we’re doing this all for Mao Shan’s happiness,” said the muscular man with a wicked smile.
“Hello, beauties,” Wang Hu grinned and approached the models, his eager hands rubbing together—a clear sign he was already enticed.
Song Yun had only said fun was okay, but not to overdo it, a warning intended for those who were married.
For single guys like them, bringing someone home to warm the bed was the best option.
Watching Wang Hu, the muscular man, and Hua Manlou with their lecherous expressions, Song Yun shook his head helplessly and lit a cigarette before turning to Zhao Yan with a laugh, “Why aren’t you joining in the fun with them?”
“It’s not my thing,” Zhao Yan replied calmly.
“My first time…
I’m saving it for my wedding night.”
“Impressive, truly impressive.
I’d marry you to my sister in a heartbeat—you’d make an excellent brother-in-law,” Song Yun said with a smile.
Zhao Yan was a decent guy, conservative, with firm views on pre-marital sex—the perfect candidate to join the family—if only Song Yun had a sister.
“Ladies, quiet down for a second, let me say a few words,” Li Tang stood up, beer bottle in hand.
“Tonight’s main man is my buddy here; he’s getting engaged tomorrow.
Tonight is his last night of freedom, but remember, keep the fun within limits, got it?”
“We got it, big brother; we’ll take good care of Brother Mao Shan,” the women chorused in unison, their voices sweet and coquettish.
Mao Shan, unable to withstand such bombardment, was soon overwhelmed by the group of delicate women encircling him—they played quite the temptresses, touching his chest here, rubbing up against him there.
“Mao Shan still can’t handle it; done in by a few honeyed shots,” Black Flood Dragon commented with a smirk.
“Come on, let’s drink.”
Song Yun glanced at Black Flood Dragon, a black line on his face, and said, “You can talk, but could you let go of the woman you’re holding first?”
Black Flood Dragon, unfazed, took a sip and laughed, “What does it matter?
It’s all just play-acting.
You scratch my back; I scratch yours.
Have you ever seen true love at a nightclub?”
“Fair point,” Song Yun nodded and started drinking with Black Flood Dragon.