Trillionaire's Slice of Life

A procession of over a dozen luxury cars, each worth more than ten million, drove slowly onto the main road, and it wasn't until the last Bentley vanished from sight that Liu Wei, with a complicated expression, finally let out a long sigh.

In front of the Lamborghini, the stunning woman in a leather jacket seemed to have noticed the turmoil in Liu Wei's heart. She took the initiative to approach Liu Wei and said with a curious face,

"Liu Shao, that must have been Mr. Chu from Magic Capital, right? I've only heard of him before, and today is the first time I've seen him. Although he's a bit handsome, he really puts on quite an act. Just leaving the house, he has so many bodyguards with him. He doesn't even look at where he is, acting like it's his own backyard."

Clearly, the woman in the leather jacket looked down on Chu Mo's high and mighty attitude. She herself was a lawless third-generation rich kid. Usually, others looked up to her; it was rare for her to have to read someone else's cues as she had to now.

Listening to the young beauty's complaints, Liu Wei's eyes narrowed slightly. Glancing indifferently at the woman in leather, his voice coldly stated,

"How Chu Shao conducts himself is his prerogative, Lin Ling. If you can't stand it, you can also surround yourself with dozens of bodyguards. I'm just afraid you won't be able to hire that many skilled people."

The woman called Lin Ling naturally didn't like to be seen as less, with her family's assets amounting to 420 billion—richer than the Liu family—and with great influence in the north, their family had at least a hundred bodyguards.

Unwilling to be belittled, Lin Ling immediately raised an eyebrow and retorted,

"Just a few dozen bodyguards, right? Who doesn't have them? Just wait. Next time I come to Capital City, I'll bring a hundred or eighty with me."

Liu Wei, having been provoked repeatedly today, was clearly in a bad mood. Otherwise, on a regular day as friends from the same social circle, they wouldn't be at each other's throats like they were now. But today's Liu Wei was somewhat out of character. Looking at the arrogant woman before him, he scoffed and said directly,

"Even if you brought every single one of your family's bodyguards, they wouldn't equal one of Chu Shao's fingers."

"Hmph, Liu Wei, I think you've taken the wrong medicine..."

Before Lin Ling could finish speaking, Ding Hui, the oldest in the group, walked up with a smile and interjected,

"Alright, alright, Liu Shao, ease up a little; Xiao Ling, you calm down too. But Xiao Ling, as your brother, I must advise you: if you encounter Chu Shao alone in the future, it's best not to act impulsively. He's not on the same level as us."

Ding Hui, who was thirty-one, was the oldest in their small circle. Though born into a privileged family, he wasn't the direct heir and hence didn't hold much status. However, he became a core figure in this circle because of his own considerable strength.

As a child, Ding Hui was trained as a potential heir to the family, undergoing their extremely strict discipline. He himself boasted the considerable power of a B-level martial artist, but due to his playful nature and his younger brother surpassing him, the family heir eventually went to the more capable third brother.

As a mid-rank B-level martial artist, Ding Hui was seen as incredibly strong to ordinary people. Once, when Liu Wei and his fellow second-generations clashed with a gang of thugs in a bar over a trivial matter, it was Ding Hui who stepped forward and single-handedly dealt with the gang, solidifying his core status in the circle.

Being older, Ding Hui had a more far-sighted view. Although his encounter with Chu Mo was brief, he could sense that Chu Mo was extraordinary.

The woman in leather slightly pouted. Her Lin family assets, amounting to over four hundred billion, were untouchable in the north. As the Lin family's young madam, she had always been treated with great respect. She never had to bow or make way for anyone else, and she certainly hadn't done so for someone about her own age.

So, with a slight frown, Lin Ling declared defiantly,

"I think you're all a bunch of cowards. He's just a bumpkin from Magic Capital. What's there to worry about? He can bring dozens of bodyguards; put all of us together, and we can bring hundreds or even thousands. What's there to be afraid of?"

As Lin Ling finished speaking, Ding Hui shook his head with a wry smile,

"Miss Lin, haven't you realized yet? This isn't just about bodyguards. Chu Shao, with dozens of people around him, the least skilled among them are A-level. Dozens of A-level martial artists; do I need to spell out what that represents? Even if your Lin family has hundreds of bodyguards, there probably aren't more than ten at A-level, right?

And that tall guy who opened the car door, he's a bona fide S-level martial artist, and with profound internal strength, he's at least an upper-level or peak near-Grandmaster. Just him alone could wipe out all of us. I know your family also has an S-level, but have you thought about it? Your family's S-level is a distinguished guest of your father and can't be used at all unless your father goes out. As for everyone else, even your eldest brother, Lin Haoran, can't command him.

But the scariest part isn't that tall guy; it's the one beside Chu Shao. All I can tell you is that he's the sixth-ranked Great Grandmaster in all of Hua Country. Really, with just one finger, he could wipe us out.

With Chu Shao walking out with so many top fighters, can't you grasp the terror he himself must embody? Therefore, I say, we're simply not in the same realm as him. Seeing someone like that, it's best to stay as far away as possible. Otherwise, it's just bringing trouble to your own family.""