Chapter 391: The Worst Wine I’ve Ever Tasted, and Little Morgan Who Treated Women Like Prey

The moment that 99% figure was revealed, Boss Green’s expression turned grim, his face contorted in a struggle he couldn’t quite hide.

At that instant, he finally understood. The young man in front of him had come fully prepared. This wasn’t some random whim or a casual probe for clues.

Otherwise, why would he even bring in a psychological expert?

And those extreme threats he had made earlier were clearly just bluffs, hoping to intimidate the man across from him.

But if it really came down to killing this young man, not even ten lives would be enough to cover the cost.

Because from the moment Su Ming started asking about Little Morgan, Boss Green had already guessed… that unlimited black card was most likely given to him by Old Morgan.

That alone showed just how much Old Morgan trusted this young man.

From that perspective, the fact that that damn Walker was already waiting outside his bar was no joke. It wasn’t just an empty threat.

If he dared lay a hand on this man, he probably wouldn’t even have time to run before Walker dragged him straight back to the New York Police Department.

As he sorted through the tangled thoughts in his mind, Boss Green’s face turned ashen. His entire body slumped with a sense of helplessness, and he leaned back heavily on the sofa.

Seeing Boss Green in this state, Su Ming knew he had given up resisting and wouldn’t keep up the tough act any longer.

He pointed at the full glass of red wine in front of them and tilted his head slightly.

“Boss Green, relax. We’re just here to ask a few questions.”

“Why don’t you drink that glass of wine? Calm your nerves a little, then take your time and think carefully about anything related to Little Morgan.”

“Of course, I know… you’re definitely not the killer. You wouldn’t dare lay a hand on Little Morgan.”

“Come on, let’s get started.”

“Old Morgan didn’t give me as much time as you think.”

Hearing Su Ming start to press him, Boss Green gave him a long, searching look. Then he picked up the overflowing glass of red wine in front of him. He didn’t care that it hadn’t been aired properly, nor that the wine sloshed over the rim and onto his hands.

He brought the brimming glass straight to his lips and began chugging it down. The wine that spilled from the side soaked the front of his shirt.

This wasn’t how one normally drank red wine. It was completely at odds with the composed and confident image Boss Green had projected when he first appeared.

But this rough, careless way of drinking clearly reflected the turmoil in his heart. It was the only way he could suppress his nerves.

After downing the entire glass, Boss Green let out a loud burp, then wiped the wine from his mouth with the back of his hand and muttered bitterly under his breath.

“This really is… the worst wine I’ve ever tasted.”

With that, he took a deep breath and looked seriously at Su Ming.

“Young Master Morgan used to come to my Infatuation Bar quite often while he was still alive.”

“Basically every three or four days. Partly to unwind from work and study, and partly to see if there were any new… targets.”

“Su, you should know… as the sole heir to Morgan Financial Group, Young Master Morgan was under enormous pressure. Especially with CEO Morgan’s high expectations.”

“So, Young Master Morgan could only sneak off to my bar to relax and relieve some of that stress.”

Su Ming nodded in understanding, then tapped the table lightly and said firmly, “I’ve already looked into all that. Get to the point.”

“Why did Little Morgan go to Knight Bar? According to everything I’ve found, he’d never been there before. He wouldn’t have gone there without a reason.”

“Your Infatuation Bar and Knight Bar are very similar. It’s obvious he heard something from here.”

“My time is limited. Speak to the point.”

Boss Green glanced at Su Ming’s cold expression and instinctively shrank back a little before continuing.

“Actually, they’re not the same.”

“Knight Bar is pure prostitution. The women there have no personal freedom. It’s basically a brothel under a different name.”

“But my Infatuation Bar doesn’t restrict the women’s freedom at all.”

“They only need to voluntarily spend the night with the highest-spending guest of the evening. That’s the key difference. The women at my bar are also of much higher quality.”

“As for why Little Morgan went to Knight Bar, if I remember correctly…”

“Remember incorrectly?” Su Ming repeated the phrase, frowning in clear irritation.

“Boss Green, I don’t think you’re the type to forget things.”

“If you were the kind of person who forgets details, I doubt you’d be able to run a nightclub business this successfully.”

Faced with Su Ming’s relentless pressure, Boss Green finally gave up resisting completely and sighed.

“I didn’t forget. I won’t forget.”

“At the time, Little Morgan had just sent away a somewhat well-known stripper from the United States. He came to Infatuation Bar alone, without any female company.”

“As one of our VIP guests, of course I had to chat with him, flatter him a bit, and encourage him to spend more.”

“But that night, I couldn’t find a suitable performer. The stage show was subpar, and Little Morgan was clearly dissatisfied.”

“On top of that, I think he’d just been scolded by Old Morgan that day, told to focus more on learning business skills. So Little Morgan asked me… if there was anywhere with better-quality women.”

“I didn’t want to mention any other places. I was afraid he’d be lured away by another club.”

“But that night, he was in a bad mood and directly threatened me. Said if I didn’t give him a good recommendation, he’d never come back.”

“As it happened, I’d just overheard from another guest that Knight Bar had some dirt on a famous model—Ellie. So I told Little Morgan about it.”

“As for what happened after that, I honestly don’t know a thing.”

“Little Morgan never came back to my bar. I thought maybe it was because of that night’s events. I had no idea the problem was with Knight Bar.”

“If I hadn’t heard a few days ago that Knight Bar was burned down, and then found out Little Morgan’s body was discovered there, I never would’ve made the connection.”

“I didn’t even dare to think it. Who would’ve imagined someone in the United States would actually dare to harm Little Morgan?”

At those words, Su Ming narrowed his eyes and tapped the table again, immediately asking:

“Another guest?”

“You should know who that guest was, right? And is it true that any guest can access Knight Bar’s special services, or is there some kind of threshold to qualify?”