Chapter 393: Do You Know… Who the Real Owner of Knight Bar Is?

Hearing those words, Su Ming immediately followed Boss Green’s gaze and looked toward the center of the main hall below.

Since Carol had taken the stage, the entire nightclub had erupted in excitement. The guests were visibly more energetic, many of them taking off their shirts to show off their tattoos.

Some even climbed onto tables, dancing along with the performance and whistling flirtatiously at Carol.

But among them, the most eye-catching by far was the tall and muscular Bru, standing right in the middle of the hall. His shirt was off, revealing a back full of tattoos, and his hair was tied into dreadlocks.

In the midst of the lively atmosphere, Bru held a money gun high in the air, repeatedly pulling the trigger to shower real US dollars down onto the crowd.

Of course, he was only spraying one-dollar bills, not exactly a fortune.

Because the amount wasn’t large, only a few guests bent down to pick up the money, and it didn’t cause much of a stir. Still, the mood in the club had clearly reached a fever pitch.

It had to be said, with Bru’s current multimillion-dollar annual salary, he could probably spray one-dollar bills all day long and still not spend as much as he earned in a single day.

Judging by how deftly he moved and how naturally he handled the money gun, he was clearly a regular in places like this.

…

At that moment, after confirming Bru’s identity, Su Ming looked across at Boss Green, raised his chin slightly, and said in a tone that left no room for argument:

“Boss Green.”

“Go invite Bru up to the private room. That shouldn’t be too much trouble for you, right?”

Hearing this, Boss Green froze for a second, then quickly nodded and replied.

“No trouble at all. Not in the slightest.”

“I just need to say that a VIP guest in the private room wants to talk to him, and he’ll come up immediately.”

“After all, as a frequent guest of all the major nightclubs, Bru knows very well that anyone who can afford a VIP room is definitely someone with power and influence.”

“No one would call him up for no reason. It could very well be about an endorsement deal or something else important.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Boss Green stood up, ready to go get Bru himself.

He knew full well that being targeted by Morgan Financial Group meant there was no way he could escape under the pretense of fetching Bru.

Sure, he could try to run, but the retaliation and pursuit from Morgan Financial Group afterward would be something he simply couldn’t withstand. He’d likely be caught and dragged back in no time.

But just now, when Su Ming had questioned him, the pressure had been overwhelming. He felt as if his heart had stopped beating, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

So Boss Green had answered quickly, hoping to step outside for a breath of fresh air.

Even if he couldn’t escape, at least a brief moment away might help him calm down and collect his thoughts.

Just as Boss Green stood up and was about to leave the room, Su Ming raised an eyebrow and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. His voice was calm, but carried a hint of coldness and surprise.

“Hold on, Boss Green.”

“I don’t recall telling you to leave the room. I asked you to have Bru brought up. That doesn’t mean you need to go down there yourself, does it?”

“Surely a floor manager or a waiter can get his attention just as well?”

“Or is it that you think… two drinks weren’t enough, and you’ve still got the energy and ideas for something else?”

As soon as those words landed, Boss Green, who had been about to leave, froze in place. He slowly sat back down on the sofa across from Su Ming, forcing a strained smile.

“No, no other ideas.”

“Alright then, I’ll have a waiter bring Bru up right away.”

Boss Green immediately pressed the service bell in the private room.

A few seconds later, the waiter who had been standing by the door knocked, then slowly pushed it open.

Before the waiter could even ask anything, Boss Green turned to glance at him, then pointed toward the center of the hall and instructed:

“Go bring Bru the football star up to the private room.”

“Tell him a VIP guest wants to discuss something important with him, and I’m here in the room hosting that guest.”

“Go now, and don’t waste time.”

With that, Boss Green waved his hand, signaling the waiter to go.

Once the waiter left, Boss Green turned back to Su Ming with a nervous, flattering smile and quickly added:

“Su.”

“I’ve already sent someone to get him.”

“Even though Little Morgan is a regular at Infatuation Bar, I really don’t know much about what happened to him afterward.”

“As for Knight Bar, to be honest, I’m not very familiar with it either.”

“Even though we’re competitors, I’ve never actually been to Knight Bar myself. Most of what I’ve heard is just secondhand gossip.”

“So if you’re looking for answers, I think Bru might be more in the know.”

Having just been denied the chance to step out for some air, Boss Green didn’t hesitate to throw Bru under the bus in order to ease the pressure and suffocating tension he was feeling.

As a seasoned businessman, someone capable of running such a large nightclub, Boss Green was clearly no stranger to negotiation and manipulation.

But when facing Su Ming—especially when fielding his questions—Boss Green felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He was constantly worried that Morgan Financial Group might see him as an accomplice in Little Morgan’s murder. If that happened, not even the gods could save him.

…

At this moment, seeing the look on Boss Green’s face, Su Ming had already guessed most of what was going through his mind. But he chose not to say anything.

From an interrogation standpoint, the more nervous and anxious the suspect, the easier it was to uncover clues and get to the truth.

Shifting his gaze away from Boss Green, Su Ming looked down to the center of Infatuation Bar’s main hall.

Bru was still dancing and spraying bills, but as the waiter approached and whispered something in his ear, he immediately stopped what he was doing.

Instinctively, Bru looked up toward the VIP rooms on the second floor, then gave the waiter a small nod.

Next, he gestured to his friends and fans nearby, signaling that he’d be stepping away for a moment.

Then, with a sense of formality, he picked up his shirt from the table and put it on—clearly wanting to make a good impression on whoever he was about to meet.

Of course, in his mind, that good impression might just land him a lucrative endorsement deal.

As Bru made his way upstairs, Su Ming suddenly remembered something. He turned to Boss Green and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Oh right, Boss Green.”

“There’s one thing I forgot to ask. Do you happen to know… who the real owner of Knight Bar is?”