Forcing failed, so they resorted to secret kidnapping.

"Little Tian?"

Zhao Linger paused, the wine glass hovering near her sensual lips as she looked at Chu Tian appearing at the doorway.

Seeing this, a flash of disappointment crossed the eyes of the young men present, and they instinctively turned their gazes toward Yamamoto Wu.

They had spiked the red wine. Even if Zhao Linger refused to submit willingly, they had ways to make her stay.

Once Zhao Linger drank that glass of red wine, she would become an utterly obedient female slave.

Whatever they told her to do, she would do without the slightest resistance, and she would even feel an intense, yearning craving.

However, the abrupt appearance of Chu Tian disrupted all their plans.

"Who let you in?"

"What kind of person are you? Get the hell out!"

The crowd shouted in anger, completely dismissing Chu Tian, who had barged into the private room.

"Do you scum even have the qualifications to drink with my Seventh Sister?"

Chu Tian's face darkened as his gaze swept across the young men and women.

Instantly, the group of youths felt as if they were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast, a sudden chill creeping through their entire bodies.

They had no idea where the bone-chilling dread came from, but primal fear gripped their hearts, abruptly silencing their insults as they snapped their mouths shut.

The very moment Chu Tian appeared, Zhao Linger seemed to have instantly found her emotional anchor, stepping directly close to his side.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of everyone in the room shifted dramatically.

Zhao Linger was the woman Yamamoto Wu had pre-designated for himself. For Chu Tian to dare touch Yamamoto Wu's woman—was he tired of living?

"What is your relationship with her?"

Yamamoto Wu asked, pronouncing each word distinctly.

"None of your business!"

Chu Tian stared straight at Yamamoto Wu, saying coldly.

"I'd like to book Miss Zhao for the night. I wonder how much that would cost?"

"Ten million? Twenty million? Or perhaps thirty million?"

"As long as Miss Zhao is willing to accompany me for a single night, name your price!"

Yamamoto Wu chuckled lightly, brazenly exposing his foul intentions while delivering the ultimate insult to Zhao Linger.

"Are you looking to die?"

Hearing this, a murderous intent flashed instantly in Chu Tian's eyes.

His fists slowly clenched tighter, as if he were ready to strike in the very next second.

Yet a small, soft hand suddenly pressed down upon his fist.

"Little Tian, don't lower yourself to the level of these people. Let's go!"

Zhao Linger knew Chu Tian's temperament well, but she wanted no conflict with these individuals.

If Chu Tian were to actually strike and kill these people, it might vent their anger for the moment, but it would also disrupt the release schedule of the film and bring a mountain of trouble to the production crew.

Besides, Yamamoto Wu was indeed not someone to be trifled with; injuring or killing him would invite a catastrophic disaster.

Hearing her words, the murderous aura in Chu Tian's eyes receded.

Had it not been out of consideration for his Seventh Senior Sister's wishes, these people would certainly be dead today!

"Let's go!"

Zhao Linger took hold of Chu Tian's hand and turned to walk out of the private room.

Zhang Lan hesitated for a moment before hurriedly following in their footsteps.

"Young Master Yamamoto, I am truly sorry. Please pay no mind to this!"

Director Li, standing in the room, was dripping with sweat as he continuously bowed and forced apologetic smiles.

Yamamoto Wu's face remained gloomy and he said nothing.

"Young Master, don't forget our plan for coming to Jinling. Right now is not the time to cause a massive scene."

"If you truly have your eyes on this woman, I have my own arrangements."

The middle-aged man who had been standing beside Yamamoto Wu all along stepped closer and offered this low-voiced counsel.

Immediately, Yamamoto Wu's expression softened, and he relaxed his clenched fists.

"Yamamoto, make sure it's done cleanly. Don't let me down!"

Yamamoto Wu turned around, facing the window once more.

"Understood."

Yamamoto Ichiro nodded, bowed, and retreated.

...

By now, Chu Tian and Zhao Linger had returned to the ground floor and were walking toward the exit of the club.

"Little Tian, you lose your temper so easily—could it be that you were jealous?"

Zhao Linger hooked her arm around Chu Tian's, a hint of playful teasing in her tone.

"Seventh Sister, are you implying that I shouldn't have stepped in just now, and instead should have let them force-feed you alcohol?"

Chu Tian retorted with a question.

"Of course not."

Zhao Linger immediately shook her head. The mere thought of those spoiled scions' repulsive faces filled her with disgust.

"Then that settles it."

Chu Tian chuckled softly, leading Zhao Linger straight ahead.

Up on the second floor, the curtains had been pulled apart.

Yamamoto Wu stood by the windowsill, his gaze locked onto Chu Tian's retreating back, brimming with murderous intent.

Just as Chu Tian and Zhao Linger left the club, several dark figures quietly trailed after them.

...

The moment they stepped outside the club:

"Little Tian, take me back to the hotel!"

Zhao Linger spoke with a hint of languid weariness, wishing only to return to her hotel room and never attend such an annoying banquet again.

"Seventh Sister, someone is following us!"

Chu Tian lowered his voice, his expression turning grave.

"Hmm?"

"Are those Japanese people?"

A startled look crossed Zhao Linger's face before she immediately pieced it together.

Aside from Yamamoto Wu's subordinates, who else would be tailing them?

She started to turn her head to look back, but Chu Tian's voice stopped her.

"Don't look back. Let's find an isolated spot and settle this first."

Chu Tian gave a faint smile, guiding Zhao Linger toward a nearby vacant lot.

Zhang Lan, upon hearing this, initially wanted to voice her objections.

However, seeing Zhao Linger follow Chu Tian away, she had to grit her teeth and hurriedly follow behind them.

Moments later, the three of them reached the open lot and came to a halt.

The next second, three Japanese men emerged into view, the leading figure being none of the others than Yamamoto Ichiro.

"Hahahaha, we were fretting over finding a suitable opportunity to make a move, yet they foolishly walked into an empty area themselves. Even the heavens are helping us today."

"Stop talking so much nonsense, hurry up and cripple this pretty boy, then take the two women back."

"Zhao Linger belongs to the Young Master. As for this woman named Zhang Lan, she's got some decent looks. I doubt we'll feel lonely tonight; we're definitely going to have some fun."

Before Yamamoto Ichiro could speak, his two subordinates broke into bizarre, leering chuckles.

At these remarks, both Chu Tian and Zhao Linger maintained completely calm expressions, while Zhang Lan turned pale with fright.

She had never imagined Yamamoto Wu could be so despicable. Failing to lure Zhao Linger with overt temptations, he had actually resorted to secretly dispatching men to kidnap them—was there no law left in this world?

"Chu Tian, this is all your fault!"

"If Linger had just properly apologized to Young Master Yamamoto earlier, things wouldn't have escalated to this point."

In her panic, rather than condemning the Japanese thugs, Zhang Lan vented her grievances on Chu Tian instead.

"Hmph, they came at just the right time. This way, I can finish them all off at once!"

Chu Tian let out a cold laugh, directly ignoring Zhang Lan.

When those Japanese men had tried to force drinks on his Seventh Senior Sister earlier, Chu Tian had already formed the intent to kill.

It was only out of respect for his Seventh Senior Sister's persuasion that he had ultimately held back.

Yet now, these Japanese scoundrels actually dared to attempt kidnapping her, leaving Chu Tian with no reason to hold back any longer.

"Did you deliberately lead us here?"

Yamamoto Ichiro caught the subtext in Chu Tian's words, a strange gleam flashing in his eyes.

The fact that Chu Tian had noticed their surveillance and intentionally lured them to this vacant plot suggested he might have some backing or confidence.

Yet Chu Tian's aura remained restrained; he showed no discernible anomalies, looking precisely like an ordinary person with no resemblance to a martial arts expert whatsoever.

This observation once more caused Yamamoto Ichiro and his men to lower their guard, their gazes filled with open contempt.