Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty-Chapter 90 - 78: No Use Fighting, It’s a Waste Even If You Do

Amidst the tens of thousands of disciples of the True Martial Sect, the fatty picked out a man who looked exactly like Zhao Rong. When the fatty brought this man before Zhao Rong, even Zhao Rong himself was stunned.

He looked at the man and said, "Damn, this is the first time in my life I’ve ever seen such a handsome guy."

Although the man looked exactly like him, the moment he opened his mouth, his voice was effeminate. Hearing the man’s piercingly high-pitched voice, Zhao Rong remarked, "Handsome, when you’re pretending to be me, you can definitely fool those three beauties as long as you don’t talk. But the second you carelessly open your mouth, you’ll blow your cover."

The man nodded. "Got it, Second Sect Leader."

Listening to him speak, Zhao Rong thought, If I closed my eyes, I’d swear I was listening to a woman. Intrigued, he asked, "What’s your name?"

In a feminine voice, the man replied, "My name is Zhao Xiaorong."

Zhao Rong was stunned. Not only did this man look exactly like him, but even their names were only one character apart. He looked at Zhao Xiaorong and said, "Bro, don’t tell me we’re long-lost brothers or something?"

Zhao Xiaorong smiled shyly. "If I were the Second Sect Leader’s long-lost brother, I’d be over the moon."

Just as they were chatting happily, the fatty walked over and said, "Second Sect Leader, Red Romance opens at six this evening. We need to hurry."

Then, the fatty gave Zhao Xiaorong his instructions. "Handsome, just lie down in the Second Sect Leader’s bed and pretend to be asleep. When the three beauties come looking for you, go out with them, but do not speak. Don’t make a single sound."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaorong immediately lay down on Zhao Rong’s bed and feigned sleep. Seeing that the fatty had actually found him a body double, Zhao Rong felt completely at ease. With everything settled, he followed the fatty out toward the so-called Red Romance.

Along the way, they first passed through a narrow alley where girls standing on both sides waved at them continuously. Zhao Rong watched them as he followed the fatty, surprised to find that some of the girls were quite attractive. At that moment, he began to understand the fatty’s well-meaning intentions.

After passing through the alley, they went by some footbath shops, massage parlors, and various clubs before finally arriving at the so-called Red Romance.

Zhao Rong looked up at the building. Its signboard depicted a huge bathtub and listed the prices for various packages. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervousness, thinking, How could I have followed the fatty to a place like this?

Just as Zhao Rong and the fatty steeled themselves to enter, they found that what should have been a bathhouse was now a bar. Involuntarily, they both stared wide-eyed.

The fatty looked at the bar in disbelief and questioned the proprietress, "I was at your Red Romance not long ago, and it was a bathhouse. How did it suddenly turn into a bar?"

Seeing he was a regular customer, the proprietress didn’t beat around the bush. "The heat’s been on lately," she said, "so we converted the bathhouse into a bar."

Hearing this, both the fatty and Zhao Rong were greatly disappointed. But since they had come all this way, they went inside anyway.

The Red Romance bar was bustling with activity, and its patrons were clearly divided into two factions. One group consisted of disciples from the True Martial Sect, who occupied the inconspicuous or less desirable tables. The other faction was the formidable Wild Wolf Sect, whose members had taken all the best tables—the prime and premium seats.

As soon as Zhao Rong stepped inside, a waiter came over to greet them. "Good day to you two. May I ask if you are from the True Martial Sect or the Wild Wolf Sect?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback and turned to the fatty. "We’re all just here to have fun at a bar. Why do they need to be so specific?"

Seeing that Zhao Rong didn’t understand the rules, the fatty explained, "Second Sect Leader, you may not know this, but the Wild Wolf Sect has always been stronger than our True Martial Sect. They’ve never respected our disciples, so their members always get the best seats. Since our disciples are no match for them, we have to settle for the worse spots."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong slammed his hand on the table. "I refuse to accept that," he said angrily. "Today, I’m sitting in one of those so-called prime seats." With that, he told the waiter to lead him to one of the best tables.

Hearing a True Martial Sect disciple demand one of the prime seats reserved for the Wild Wolf Sect, the waiter grew fearful. He cautioned Zhao Rong, "Gentlemen, please, don’t say I didn’t warn you. The Wild Wolf Sect disciples are domineering, brutal, and unreasonable. If you sit in their area, you’ll inevitably get beaten up."

Hearing how cocky the Wild Wolf Sect disciples were, Zhao Rong just chuckled. "In that case, I’ll have to meet them myself today and see exactly how tough they are."