Chapter 17: A Great Misunderstanding! Unexpected Windfall from Heaven!

“Hmph!”
The burly man shoved the round table aside with force and rose with a sweep of his sleeve. The table, unstable on its legs, tipped over and crashed to the floor, sending beer glasses shattering in every direction. Yet the man paid no heed, striding directly toward the exit of the small hall.

But as he passed Wang Chen, he halted, slamming both fists down on the table in front of him, veins bulging on his hands.
“Kid, I, Huang Ba, will remember you!”
Huang Ba spat out the words through gritted teeth.

Wang Chen met his glare with a cold, indifferent gaze.

The bell rang—
Na’er gave the bell a gentle shake.

“Someone, please see Mr. Huang out. Mr. Huang has had a bit too much to drink—please take care on your way home!”

From the side door Na’er had emerged from, two men in black suits entered swiftly and approached Huang Ba.

“I don’t need an escort!”
Huang Ba waved his arm dismissively, shot Wang Chen a venomous look, and strode away. At the main doors, he kicked them open with a heavy boot and stormed out in fury.

“There was a little incident just now, but fortunately, everything has been resolved!”
Na’er’s smile was alluring.

“However, let me remind everyone once more—harmony is precious. I really can’t stand to see any scenes of violence!”

“If anyone gets too carried away and insists on putting on a show for me, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to ask them to leave as well!”

Her lips curved into a cold, distant line as she spoke, and the atmosphere instantly plunged to freezing. The crowd fell into an uneasy, stifled silence.

…

“All right, let’s continue with the next game, gentlemen. Don’t be discouraged, there’s still a chance!”

Indeed, women are born actresses. The moment her warning was delivered, Na’er donned another face entirely—lively and charming.

“That gentleman just now has set an example for everyone. Please pay close attention to all the information and make the best use of everything at your disposal if you wish to win the game…” Her red lips parted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “If you want to win me!”

In that instant, the guests felt their blood surge, hearts pounding with excitement.

“Miss Na’er, announce the game already!”

“Yes, we can’t wait any longer!”

Nearly everyone was raring to go, determined to redeem themselves after their previous defeat.

“Since everyone is so eager, I won’t keep you in suspense!” Na’er’s smile was sly. “But remember what I said—pay attention to all the details!”

…

The bell rang again.

Na’er shook her bronze bell, and seven lithe young girls glided in from the side door, each as delicate as a swallow.

They were all clad in ballet dresses—some in pink, some in pale blue.

Beneath the snug tutus, their well-toned, slender figures, clearly shaped by years of discipline, were impossible to hide, glimpsed in shifting curves. The guests, utterly unprepared for this spectacle, stared in amazement.

With nimble ballet steps, the girls leapt forward into the center of the hall, forming a poised line. The leader took a step forward, smiling as she addressed the guests:

“Honored guests, in a moment, the seven of us will perform a dance for you!”

“During the dance, we will toss these red balls to one another!”
As she spoke, she withdrew a red ball from the neckline of her dress, drawing another round of stunned gazes.

“Please note, after the dance ends, count how many times the dancers in pink dresses have caught the ball!”

“Remember, only count the number of catches!”

The hall erupted in a clamor.

Having just consumed so much alcohol, most guests were already in a daze, and with the girls dressed so provocatively, their attention was all the more divided.

How could they possibly keep track of how many times the girls in pink caught the ball amid such a dizzying display?

A few guests, already unsteady on their feet, gave up on the game entirely and staggered out.

Suddenly, the round-framed man next to Wang Chen hurried over, urgency in his voice:
“Bro, I’ll wire you ten thousand Dragon Coins. Hit me with a Healing Wave!”

Wang Chen almost laughed aloud.

Did this man really think a Healing Wave could erase the effects of alcohol? Ridiculous.

If anyone had bothered to ask his level, calculate the skill’s cooldown, and compare it with the length of the drinking game, they’d realize it was a drop in the bucket—eventually, they’d still be drunk.

Besides, why should Wang Chen, for a mere ten thousand, help a potential rival?

So—

“Add more money,” Wang Chen replied flatly.

The bespectacled man blinked. “How much do you want?”

“Thirty thousand per Healing Wave—a fair price, no loss, no regrets!”

“Thirty thousand it is. Scan my phone, I’ll transfer it!”

The man agreed without hesitation.

Damn, I set the price too low! Seeing how easily he accepted, Wang Chen couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.

By now, others had overheard their exchange and crowded over, eager to join in.

“I’ll give you fifty thousand, hit me with a buff!”

“Fifty? I’ll pay a hundred thousand!”
A bald man with a chunky gold chain was not to be outdone.

In no time, seven or eight guests clustered around Wang Chen, each raising their bids for a Healing Wave.

“Well, well, looks like we’re in a bidding war!”
Wang Chen felt as if he were witnessing the workings of a free market firsthand.

“Everyone, no need to push! There’s enough for all of you!”
He accepted every offer, gathering them in a group.

“Praise of Life!”

A brilliant blue light flared in his hand, Healing Waves leaping from his fingertips and dissolving into gentle motes that merged into their bodies.

Everyone instantly felt a surge of refreshed energy.

“Thanks, man, the money’s sent!”

“Much appreciated. We’re rivals for now, but after this, we’ll all be friends!”

They thanked Wang Chen in turn.

Truly, the allure of beauty is a hero’s grave—these men spent their money, thanked him for it, all just for a chance to impress the women.

Wang Chen nearly burst out laughing, responding with polite nods.

Meanwhile, those who specialized in support roles looked on with disdain, thinking him greedy and shortsighted for aiding his competition.

Soon, when these men became a real obstacle, his hard-won advantage would disappear—then he’d know regret.

They glared at him, simultaneously stacking their own buffs in preparation.

But Wang Chen was unconcerned.

After all, few people would use support buffs just for a drinking challenge.

They’d misjudged what buffs could actually do.

The dizziness from alcohol was a subtle kind of debuff—some even found it pleasant.

The skill’s effect wouldn’t fully restore them as in combat, but would only remove a small portion—enough for a fleeting burst of clarity.

Yet, everyone had made assumptions. Seeing Wang Chen win the previous round, they believed the skill could conquer drunkenness entirely.

They had no idea of the truth.

Even if their skills proved ineffective, they’d probably blame their own lack of proficiency.

“Fifty thousand received via Weixin!”

“One hundred thousand received via FortunePay!”

…

“This money comes in way too easy!”
Wang Chen gazed at the numbers on his phone with satisfaction, grinning like a contented farmer surveying a field of lush chives.

Soon, the chaos subsided, and the game—briefly interrupted—resumed as everyone returned to their seats.

The seven girls stood in a row, arms entwined, necks arched gracefully like swans, all turning to the left.

As the gentle strains of a piano filled the air, their bodies began to sway in a mesmerizing dance.