"Young Master Lian, Shen Monong is drinking hard. She's about to get drunk. If you don't make a move soon, someone else will swoop in," the bald muscleman reminded Lian Zhengrong, who had started making out with the beauties beside him.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot the main event!" Lian Zhengrong slapped his forehead. "In a bit, once Shen Monong is drunk enough, you guys pretend to be creeps and harass her. Then, I'll step in to play the hero and save the damsel. That's the plan, so don't screw it up."
A woman won with money, status, or power will only give you her body. Capturing her heart, however, requires technique. And playing the hero to save the damsel is a timeless, foolproof trick to win a girl over. Lian Zhengrong had used this tactic many times, and it had never failed.
"Don't you worry, Young Master Lian. My acting is absolutely Oscar-worthy. I guarantee I won't mess things up for you," the bald muscleman said, brimming with confidence.
