Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 187: Clan Attributes

A man and a woman got out of the taxi and walked towards the disco.

The security guard was momentarily taken aback by their attire—dressed like that, they came by cab?

But then he thought about the smell of alcohol on them and let it go; in such a state, how else were they supposed to come?

In Zhengyang nowadays, they’re really strict about drunk driving.

After the man and the woman entered the disco, a waiter greeted them, showed them to their table, and then presented them with a drink menu.

A lady at a nearby table glanced over and quickly looked away: the female guest’s appearance was enough to overshadow all the other women present, not only in height and legginess but also in face and demeanor—top-notch.

Even with large sunglasses covering her face, everyone could still tell she had a high nose bridge and skin white as snow; she was exquisitely reminiscent of a princess from a fairy tale world.

Meanwhile, the men in the room just wanted to pummel the guy in sunglasses: a beautiful flower, stuck in cow dung!

In fact, that lump of cow dung didn’t consider himself as such. He picked up a bottle of beer and, while drinking, muttered under his breath, “I’m just wondering how your sister agreed to let you come with me… Did you used to steal her toys when you were little?”

“She used to steal my toys, then I’d tell on her,” Zhang Caixin covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, her eyes scanning around, “This place in Zhengyang… really isn’t up to par, no atmosphere at all, just like the countryside.”

Feng Jun replied indifferently, “To those from the Magic Capital, anywhere outside of it is the countryside… Pretty normal, right?”

“I’m not from the Magic Capital,” Zhang Caixin picked up a straw and poked at the juice in the tall glass before her, “And this place doesn’t smell good… I’m kind of regretting coming with you.”

I didn’t ask you to follow me, did I? Feng Jun lit a cigarette and took a drag, responding nonchalantly, “I think it’s alright, just smells like air freshener.”

“The discos in the Magic Capital don’t have this smell,” Zhang Caixin replied sulkily.

But despite her complaint, after a few dance tracks, she began to feel tempted, so she took off her windbreaker. Her cream-colored tight-fitting sweater revealed her graceful figure, leaving nothing to the imagination, “How about… we go jump around a bit too?”

Feng Jun didn’t dislike clubbing, in fact, he quite enjoyed it, but hitting the dance floor in sunglasses felt a bit too pretentious, bordering on foolish, so he shook his head, “If you want to go, go ahead. I’ll watch your clothes for you.”

Zhang Caixin stood up and took a couple of steps, then suddenly realizing something, came back and sat down, huffing, “You’re really no fun… By the way, why did my sister fire you?”

“Didn’t she tell you?” Feng Jun looked at her, and upon seeing her nod, he smirked, “If she didn’t tell you, of course, I can’t say.”

Zhang Caixin took a sip of her juice, looking bored, “You’re just like my sister, living so stuffily… It’s boring to just sit here. Shall I go stir up some trouble?”

At the end, her voice carried a hint of excitement.

They had agreed upon arrival to check out the depth of Wang Dynasty Disco and decided if someone caused trouble, Feng Jun would step forward as the gallant hero to see if they could draw out Liu Hong and his gang.

That’s why Zhang Caixin was allowed to accompany him—her exotic appeal easily stirred the interest of troublemakers.

Yet here they sat, and before the disco even hit its peak around ten, she was getting restless, itching to provoke something.

“It’s better not to,” Feng Jun wanted to wait for more people, to wander around a bit more, “Girls who start trouble are easily targeted; they’ll think you’re not serious… That’s different from being provoked by someone else.”

“You really underestimate me,” Zhang Caixin huffed dissatisfied, pointing in a direction and snapping her fingers, “You… come here!”

Seeing how adeptly she snapped her fingers, Feng Jun was stunned: could “street smarts” be a genetic trait in her family?

Zhang Caixin’s voice wasn’t loud, and in the deafening music, it was impossible for anyone to hear, yet in the blink of an eye, a short man approached with a cheesy smile, “Gorgeous… what can I do for you?”

Zhang Caixin took a cigarette from Feng Jun’s pack, lit it skillfully, then asked nonchalantly, “What are you peddling running back and forth?”

The slight man grinned, “What can I sell, just a little side business… you into ice skating, beautiful?”

“I’ll pass on skating,” Zhang Caixin blew a smoke ring expertly, “Got any ecstasy?”

That smoke ring alone was enough for both Feng Jun and the short man to realize she didn’t really smoke; she was just playing.

The short man didn’t mind. He was used to young girls like her, thinking they knew everything, a bit rebellious, trying out some soft drugs. It was quite normal.

So he responded with a smile, “That’s not my line of work, but if you really want some, I can fetch it for you.”

“Don’t bother,” Zhang Caixin shook her head decisively, “I was just asking… by the way, got any DA?”

The short man’s smile vanished, and his gaze turned icy, “Lady, are you… looking for trouble on purpose?”

“No deal doesn’t mean we can’t be civil. What’s with the attitude?” Zhang Caixin asked casually, “Can’t I just ask a question?”

The short-statured man asked emotionlessly, “If I can find DA dope, do you want it?”

Zhang Caixin snorted coldly, “Forget it, with that attitude, I don’t want it!”

“Eh,” the shorty laughed out of irritation, “Beauty, before you run wild, have you figured out whose turf this is?”

At this point, Feng Jun had no choice but to join in, “Oh, whose turf… tell me?”

“This place is under Brother Hong’s protection,” the shorty sneered, “I’d advise you two to think carefully… want to buy something?”

“Not buying anything,” Feng Jun pulled a set of brass knuckles from his trench coat pocket and slammed it on the table, “Scram!”

He didn’t say anything too extreme, to avoid seeming too deliberate, but even this behavior was a provocation.

Seeing this, the shorty gave him a nonchalant glance and, without another word, turned and left.

Feng Jun looked at Zhang Caixin and spoke indifferently, “Prepare your self-defense weapon, I’m worried you won’t be able to call for help.”

Before they arrived, Sister Hong had made preparations for her sister. Aside from the anti-wolf spray, there was also a small stun gun.

Of course, these little things couldn’t guarantee her complete safety, but Sister Hong was also aware of Feng Jun’s extreme combat abilities— as long as Zhang Caixin could properly utilize these items, she just needed to hold on until Feng Jun could come to her rescue.

The two sat for a full half-hour and, incredibly, no one came looking for trouble.

Zhang Caixin became a bit restless again, “How come these people are like this, not even seeking revenge?”

Seeing her eager appearance, Feng Jun helplessly curled his lips, “Actually, our country’s public safety is still quite good.”

Currently in Huaxia, it was fairly unlikely for beauties to be harassed in discos. Drug dealers also tended to keep a low profile. When Feng Jun displayed the brass knuckles, making it clear he wasn’t messing around, others would think that looking for trouble wasn’t a wise choice.

Zhang Caixin’s eyes darted around, “How about… I stir up some more trouble?”

“Forget it,” Feng Jun refused bluntly, “Being with you is more tiring than looking after a child!”

Deep down, he disliked her troublemaking attitude—being young wasn’t an excuse to act recklessly without regard for consequences, continuing like that, you’re bound to suffer a serious loss someday.

But then he thought again, if not for this kind of spirit, could you still be considered young? The most precious thing in the world is to have a child’s heart; if one could keep that forever, it’s a kind of happiness too.

After being berated by him, Zhang Caixin couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, “Old man!”

Before they knew it, it was half-past ten, and the disco’s intermission time, which features a few acts and includes two slow dance songs.

Feng Jun stood up and headed to the restroom, also taking a walk around. He didn’t notice anyone suspicious.

Was it time to resort to the backup plan? He walked back to his seat full of thoughts.

A bottle of champagne had appeared on the table in his absence, and Zhang Caixin, wearing sunglasses, pointed excitedly towards a table not far away, “Feng Jun, that table had a waiter send this to me… does that count as a provocation against you?”

There were four guests at that table, three men and one woman. The three men, all around thirty, noticed Zhang Caixin pointing at them, and two of the men raised their glasses, giving a slight smile in this direction.

Feng Jun felt that their behavior was a bit presumptuous, but it really wasn’t a provocation. Everyone came to the disco to have fun, right? Encountering a beauty and sending over some drinks was just a little way to test the waters, harmless enough.

In any case, Wang Haifeng, Zhang Wei, and Li Qiang might do the same thing when they went out to have fun.

However, Feng Jun remembered that those three should be aware of his presence. He pondered for a moment, then took out his mobile phone.

Let’s move out, folks~

The three men’s information showed that they were just a small business owner, a deputy division-level official, and a white-collar worker. The woman was an accountant at a state-owned enterprise, with a somewhat ambiguous relationship with the small business owner—nothing more than that.

Feng Jun currently had well over three hundred, perhaps even four hundred energy points, but back in the real world, he was reluctant to use them—perhaps this was the cautious choice made subconsciously when one’s future isn’t all that certain.

However, since these people could potentially pose a threat to Zhang Caixin, he had to use them— the girl might indeed be a bit spoiled, but since she was out with him, he had to ensure her safety as much as possible.

And then… As long as he was entering the space, picking out a few extra people wouldn’t matter.

Looking at the dense sea of red dots around him, Feng Jun felt a bit troubled; there must have been three or four hundred, should he check each one?

Still… he was rather reluctant. He selected a small group of eight people, not far from the disco, and judging by their position, they had already left the disco and were close to a demolition area—a bunch of people hanging around there late at night didn’t seem like good news.

Then he was shocked—man, Liu Hong was actually among these eight people?