The supercar enthusiasts arrived at the bar, and as soon as they gathered, they started a barrage of sarcastic remarks.
Yang Di and his group wore expressions of disdain.
"Alright, Yang Di, you guys can leave now," Han Tong said impatiently. "It's getting late, and I've booked out this bar. You should head back and get some sleep. Your presence here is just an eyesore!"
Yang Di sneered, "We were actually about to leave since we've had enough to drink, but now we're not. Han Tong, do you think you can actually kick us out? If you're unhappy, you can go to another venue!"
Han Tong looked annoyed. He glanced at the bar and said, "This is really ruining the mood. But changing venues because of you guys is giving you too much credit. Let's go sit over there, away from these sluts!"
"Don't mind them, let's have a wild time tonight!"
The supercar enthusiasts chattered and laughed, shouting loudly as they moved to the left side of the bar, occupying more than half of it.
Yang Di and his group were left standing there with gloomy expressions.
The insult "sluts" made them feel disgusted.
"Brother, don't worry about those guys, they're all just show-offs!"
After settling into a booth, Han Tong said ingratiatingly to Chen Fan, "That Yang Di is from the Yang family. He's in the same school as me, and we've never gotten along. I didn't expect to run into him at Zero Point Bar so late at night. What bad luck. But don't let them ruin our mood, let's just have fun. The more they're here, the more we should enjoy ourselves!"
Chen Fan was well aware of the Yang family. While not the absolute top echelon of families in the capital, they were certainly very high-ranking. However, he didn't know this particular Yang Di. He nodded, not finding it surprising. It was perfectly normal for one circle to look down on another. The saying "the poor play with cars, the rich play with watches" was widely known and, to some extent, had created animosity between these two groups. In the eyes of the supercar enthusiasts, spending millions or even tens of millions on a watch, which primarily served to tell time, seemed hardly worth it. After all, most people in the supercar circle didn't have the extravagant wealth to indulge in both luxury watches and supercars simultaneously. Han Tong and Wei Bingying's families, on the other hand, weren't particularly interested in collecting watches and only fancied supercars. Of course, this alone wouldn't have caused such animosity, but coupled with the personal dislike between Han Tong and Yang Di, it led to friction between the two groups. In the eyes of someone like Yang Di, driving supercars and speeding was merely seeking thrills at the risk of one's life, which he considered foolish. This became one of his reasons for attacking Han Tong. The two sides thus became increasingly at odds, always resorting to sarcasm about each other's hobbies when they met.
"Come on, let's party!" Han Tong exclaimed, spreading his arms after his explanation. "Turn up the music, make it explosive!"
These supercar enthusiasts were familiar with the place, and someone went to change the music. The atmosphere in the entire bar became loud and boisterous. Various drinks, snacks, and fruit platters were served as if they were free. Han Tong opened a bottle of Louis XIII and poured glasses for Chen Fan and Chen Xing'er.
"Brother, I toast you. Your driving skills are incredible, I'm truly impressed!" Han Tong flattered.
Chen Fan moved his glass away and picked up a bottle of soda, saying, "I don't want to drink. You guys go ahead."
Han Tong was taken aback. Wei Bingying and Song Baihua also stiffened slightly. Coming to party but not drinking felt a bit disrespectful.
"Alright, Brother is a disciplined person. Then let's toast with drinks. I toast you." If it were anyone else showing such disrespect, Han Tong would have already lost his temper. But after a moment's thought, he smiled and said, "Brother, do as you please. What about you, Xing'er?"
Chen Fan smiled, unconcerned. It wasn't that he didn't drink, but it depended on who he was drinking with. If it were just Han Tong and Wei Bingying, he wouldn't mind having a drink. But in this kind of setting, he had no interest in drinking.
"I'll have a little," Chen Xing'er said, looking at Chen Fan. "Do you know why my brother's driving skills are divine, while you guys can only entertain yourselves in the capital's supercar circle?"
Her words made Han Tong and Wei Bingying exchange glances, and they regarded Chen Fan with newfound respect. Professional racers certainly needed to be disciplined, and drinking, even a small amount, would affect their performance. While they remained somewhat restrained, the other supercar enthusiasts were shouting and becoming increasingly wild. The beautiful women who admired luxury cars swayed their bodies to the explosive music on the dance floor and in various spots, occasionally screaming and cheering, spraying expensive liquor. Many of the supercar enthusiasts, pulling their partners along, were getting more and more carried away.
On the other side, in a corner of the bar, Yang Di watched the unrestrained revelry of the supercar enthusiasts with a grim expression. Compared to the liveliness over there, the quietness on their side, while perhaps more refined, felt strangely out of place. He had assumed that their presence would make Han Tong and his group less comfortable. But now, they were being ignored, as if they didn't exist. Some women were accompanying them, drinking. Looking at the revelry on the other side, some of them showed expressions of envy.
"Damn it, Han Tong and the others really think we don't exist!" a man sitting next to Yang Di cursed. "Look at their smugness, I hope they crash their cars every time they drive!"
"Brother Di, maybe we should leave. We didn't disrupt them, but we've disrupted ourselves!" a woman in fashionable attire also said.
Yang Di narrowed his eyes and said, "Han Tong and I are rivals. If I leave now, who knows how smug he'll be later!" He glanced at the drinks on his table and added, "I don't want to see them so pleased with themselves!"
The others didn't know how to respond. They were all people of some standing; they couldn't just roll up their sleeves and start a fight. Moreover, even if they did fight, Han Tong's group had more people, and they were the type who sought thrills and wouldn't back down, so they would be the ones to suffer. Turning back, Yang Di said to the woman, "Xiaoxiao, I'm going to the restroom. You take a few girls over there to drink with them!"
The woman was taken aback. Wasn't this like sending them to be slapped in the face?
"Go ahead, it's just an excuse," Yang Di said, pulling out his phone. "I'll call a few people to come over. It's not about fighting, it's about a drinking contest. Aren't they having a party? Then let's help them and let them go all out!"
As he spoke, he stood up and patted the woman's shoulder. The woman named Xiaoxiao hadn't fully understood yet. "Brother Di, what do you mean?"
"Let them not have a good time, that's all. Go ahead." Yang Di got up and went to the restroom, then made a call to summon people. Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, called over two girls, and together they walked over to the supercar enthusiasts. They were not refused. The three beautiful girls mingled with the wild supercar enthusiasts and joined in their revelry.
Yang Di, emerging from the restroom, twitched his mouth. He couldn't stand seeing Han Tong and the others so pleased with themselves and was determined to spoil their fun and win one round. This kind of rivalry was something he and Han Tong frequently engaged in, ever since they were in primary school, always competing to be the best. Even in terms of hobbies, they had to show they were superior to each other.
Time passed quickly, and half an hour later, about a dozen men suddenly entered the bar. After glancing at the partying supercar enthusiasts, they walked over to Yang Di's table. After a few whispered words, Yang Di gestured for everyone to stand up and head towards the supercar enthusiasts. Amidst the revelers, one of his followers grabbed Xiaoxiao and Yang Di slapped her. Although it was staged, Xiaoxiao received a solid slap and screamed. The supercar enthusiasts who had just been drinking intimately with Xiaoxiao, hugging and dancing, erupted. They all got up and surrounded them. With the addition of new forces, Yang Di's group didn't lose too many numbers. The follower shouted sternly, "What are you doing, Yu Xiaoxiao? You bitch, while I was away, you went drinking with these broke car enthusiasts? What do you take me for?"
"Wang Qiang, what the hell are you doing? Hitting a woman is hardly a skill. Come at me if you dare!"
"Are you fucking looking to die?"
"..."
Several supercar enthusiasts who had been drinking with Xiaoxiao and the girls retorted indignantly. The two sides erupted in a quarrel, at a tense standoff!