Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 129

Why should he be this blessed? Xu Hai downed several shots of alcohol in frustration, then left on his own since he was in no mood to flatter Sun Mingxuan.

Sun Mingxuan, though, still felt as if he was king of the world; not only were the wealthy kids buttering him up with everything they had, some of the city's most wealthy and influential figures had also come to pay their respects with a toast.

Sun Mingxuan welcomed all these toasts, as it only impressed the kids further and made them envy him more.

The best part was when the Golden Sands Nightclub owner himself, a man worth over a billion, who was influential enough to be on par with the kids' fathers, came down to toast Sun Mingxuan as well.

He'd even given the whole group a 20% discount and sent several gorgeous-looking girls to entertain them, which only added to the kids' satisfaction, especially the young men.

"What an influence you have, Young Master Sun. Even the owner himself toasted us younger ones. It's something we'd never achieve on our own." One of the kids blissfully fondled the fair thighs of the girl next to him.

“Yeah, Young Master Sun is being so generous to us today. It’s been a real eye-opener for us!” another kid chimed in, resting on a girl’s lap as she fed him peeled grapes.

“Ha! Of course. Young Master Sun’s uncle is a bigshot in the Jiangling city administration, so who would dare to not pay their respects?” The kids took turns flattering Sun Mingxuan, and all that praise naturally went to his head yet again.

Everyone froze. How could it be possible that someone from their group got beaten up? Their looks of surprise quickly turned to rage and they started discussing. Everyone present were the richest kids in the city, after all. Normally, they were the bullies and never the victims, and now someone was bullying them?

Just as they were discussing, several men carried Xu Hai into the lounge. He now had a bright red handprint on his face, with his suit tousled, his hair disheveled and his body bruised. Clearly, he’d just been beaten up badly. “Young Master Xu, what’s going on? Who did this?” Sun Mingxuan exclaimed. Who dared beat up the son of the local Agricultural Bank of China’s branch manager?

“Ay, don’t mention it. It’s just my bad luck.”