Chapter 392: Another Key Figure Unearthed—An NBA Star Who Frequently Visits Knight Bar

Su Ming’s question was clearly aimed at the heart of the matter. Since someone had revealed that Knight Bar was known to feature famous models being sold like merchandise, and that this information had unexpectedly reached Little Morgan’s ears, there was no doubt that this lead had to be thoroughly investigated. It might uncover other valuable clues.

Of course, with Knight Bar now destroyed, there was very little information or evidence left to work with. Given the urgency, the best course of action was to dig for connections through industry insiders and former patrons of Knight Bar.

…

At that moment.

Boss Green froze for a second, then quickly responded without hesitation.

“That’s impossible.”

“While Knight Bar did restrict the personal freedom of those women, not just any customer had access to that level of service.”

“If anyone could walk into Knight Bar, drop a few hundred dollars, and vent their desires, then it would be no different from an ordinary brothel.”

“The owner behind Knight Bar wouldn’t have needed to waste money opening a bar. They could’ve just opened a brothel outright.”

“Only those with some social standing or deep enough pockets would be invited and asked if they were interested in ‘special services.’”

“And to be honest… the spending power of regular customers isn’t even close to that of a single high-roller. Catering to average patrons is a waste of time and effort.”

“That’s why, even though Knight Bar had been around for years, not many people actually experienced their special services. Most only heard about it through rumors.”

“It’s like my Infatuation Bar. Many of the guests at the open tables know there’s a famous stripper performing tonight, but they have no idea…”

“That the guest who spends the most tonight will get a chance to meet Carol up close.”

“Only those with deep pockets or regulars who’ve spent big before know this unspoken rule.”

“Even if another guest hears about it somewhere, if they’re not spending enough or their tab is low, my staff will simply tell them that no such service exists.”

“But if it’s someone like you, who pulls out an unlimited black card and asks for a VIP room, even if you don’t know the rule, the staff will proactively ask if you want to continue spending to earn a closer encounter with Carol later in the evening.”

“As for who told me about the Knight Bar and the models being sold…”

At this point, Boss Green’s words trailed off. He seemed conflicted, clearly reluctant to reveal the identity of the guest who knew about the models at Knight Bar.

Seeing Boss Green hesitate like that, Su Ming raised an eyebrow. He picked up the red wine in front of him and began pouring it into the empty glass across the table, his voice cold.

“Boss Green.”

“I thought you were a smart man.”

“Is this really the time to worry about protecting a guest’s privacy?”

“Of course, if you think that guest’s background is more powerful than Morgan Financial Group, I can understand.”

“But clearly, if this guest’s influence was anywhere near Little Morgan’s, you wouldn’t be struggling to sell even a few bottles of this fine wine each month.”

“My time is valuable. Don’t make me lose my patience. Or do you need another glass of wine before you can speak? Hmm, Boss Green?”

Su Ming’s expression didn’t change much, but the icy tone in his voice made Boss Green tremble slightly.

The calm he had just regained was shattered again.

Staring at the wine glass now nearly full in front of him, Boss Green gritted his teeth and finally spoke.

“That guest is Bru, an active NBA player.”

“He showed exceptional talent back in high school and was scouted to become a professional player. He currently plays for a team based in New York City.”

“Bru loves the nightlife. Whenever he has free time, he hits the clubs. Not just my Infatuation Bar—he’s been to nearly every bar and club in New York.”

“But he really is a solid player. His annual salary is in the tens of millions, so he’s always generous when it comes to spending in nightclubs.”

“Becoming a VIP at Knight Bar was only natural for someone like him.”

“Because of his constant clubbing, he’s been featured in a lot of tabloid gossip. Some reporters even joke that… you might not find Bru on the basketball court, but you’re guaranteed to spot him in a New York nightclub.”

“Even though he doesn’t come to my Infatuation Bar often, he’s definitely a big spender. That’s why I was hesitant to name him just now.”

An NBA star?

Boss Green’s answer made Su Ming nod thoughtfully.

In the capital-driven United States, professional athletes do earn staggering salaries. And with their abundant energy and strong physiques, it’s no surprise they enjoy partying and seeking out female companionship to blow off steam.

From the clues gathered earlier about Knight Bar, it was already clear that NBA players and rappers—those mid-tier elites with some social standing—were the bar’s primary clientele.

Of course, “clientele” here referred to the kind involved in the trafficking side of the business.

At this point, Su Ming studied Boss Green closely. He was fairly certain the man wasn’t lying, and quickly concluded that Boss Green didn’t know anything more.

To dig deeper into Knight Bar and further investigate Little Morgan, the best lead now was this NBA player named Bru.

And since Bru was a confirmed customer of Knight Bar, there was a good chance he might also know something about J.

With that thought, Su Ming tapped the table and spoke firmly.

“Where is Bru right now?”

“Boss Green, I want him brought to your Infatuation Bar immediately.”

As soon as he said that, Boss Green blinked, then lifted his head slightly and looked out the VIP room window toward the bustling main hall.

After scanning the crowd for a few seconds, he pointed to a tall Black man standing at the center of the floor, surrounded by guests and holding a cash gun.

“Su.”

“Bru is already here at Infatuation Bar.”

“With Knight Bar destroyed and Carol performing here tonight, Bru—who’s always loved the nightlife—decided to come to my bar instead.”

“That tall guy in the middle of the floor, the one making it rain with real cash from a money gun because he thinks he’s got more dollars than anyone else? That’s Bru, the NBA player.”