Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Rumble—"

The thunderous roar of the motorcade echoed through the sky, drawing the attention of countless passersby.

The license plate number "Summer A:11111" made people gasp in awe, speculating about the high-status individual seated in the car and where they might be headed for such important business.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, the luxury sports car convoy stopped in front of the Howling Wolf Bar.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

Onlookers' faces displayed a series of question marks.

Such an impressive car convoy with such a prestigious license plate number was enough to attest to the passengers' impressive status; even if they were out to have fun, it should have been at a top-level private club.

Why were they heading to a bar?

To ordinary people, a bar might be fine, but for someone of such high status, it really seemed to lower their prestige, as if they were losing face.

They stared intently at the lead car, eager to catch a glimpse of the big shot's features, curious about their identity.

"Click—"

Without the lead car moving, the sound of dozens of top-tier sports cars opening their doors in unison rang out.

One by one, burly men with broad shoulders and large waists got out of their vehicles.

Black sunglasses, black suits, black pants, black leather shoes—a perfectly black ensemble epitomized an unrefined, grassroots aura.

"Ah this—"

The surrounding onlookers couldn't help but take a half step back.

They had never seen such a spectacle in their daily lives.

In the Capital Base City, no one had ever seen any bigwig with such an extravagant setup for going out.

Two of the bodyguards in black went to the rear of the lead car.

One person opened the car door while the other laid out a luxurious animal-skin rug on the ground and made a welcoming gesture.

"All—"

"Attention!"

"Tatata————"

The bodyguards stood in two straight lines, an air of solemnity emanating from their entire being.

The curious crowd held their breath.

Those in the know constricted their pupils, realizing that these bodyguards were not ordinary people; they all exuded a heavy killing aura.

They had definitely seen blood before.

"Please welcome the young master out of the car!"

"Young master?"

"What kind of young master makes such an extravagant entrance??"

Amidst their confusion, everyone's gaze was glued to the direction of the lead car, unwilling to miss any detail.

The first thing that came into view as someone stepped out of the car was a pair of large slippers.

The slippers looked several years old, tattered and even a bit unglued at the bottom.

Following that was a pair of casual floral boxer shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt.

"Ah this..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This top-tier luxury car, the super license plate, the God Rank team of bodyguards, and such an imposing setup.

You're not wearing a suit and tie, and you still have the nerve to get out of the car?

However, as the person inside the car fully emerged, the onlooking crowd, both men and women, had their eyes light up, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration in their hearts.

"What a temperament!"

"So handsome!"

Even in a white short-sleeved shirt and floral shorts, the youth's extraordinary and transcendent handsome looks shone through, like a god descended to earth, a Banished Immortal stepping into the world, unlike ordinary mortals, and amidst his elegance, there was not a hint of effeminacy, but a manly and upright aura exhaled.

Luo Yu got out of the car, looked at the Howling Wolf Bar, and asked:

"Chen Long, this place has the most people for entertainment, right?"

"Yes, Young Master."

A bodyguard wearing black sunglasses and sporting a slicked-back haircut came over, holding a rolled-up carpet.

Another bodyguard in black stood by his side, with eyes as sharp as a viper's under the sunglasses, flanking Luo Yu on the left and right along with Chen Long, while two other teams of bodyguards separated the crowd, vigilantly surveying the surroundings, not allowing anyone to approach.

Chen Long and Si She, two superhumans from the Yan Huang Special Combat Team, were assigned by Luo Tiance to provide protection to Luo Yu.

Chen Long, noticing the onlookers around, couldn't help but say:

"Young Master, why don't we stick to the original plan and go to the club? There are fewer people there, it's quiet and safe."

Luo Yu turned his head and looked at him.

"Chen Long."

"Eh, Young Master!" Chen Long said respectfully.

Luo Tiance had once saved his life and provided him with guidance and promotion, and he would complete any task given by the old master, even at the cost of his life.

Luo Yu looked at the colorful neon lights of the bar and said, "Young Master thinks you're very manly, but you don't know how to 'pose.'

"Ah?"

Luo Yu laughed and said, "Dummy!"

"Putting on a show, in nicer words, is showing off in front of people. It's just that Young Master doesn't like too elegant terms, not exciting enough."

"How can you show off with no one around?"

Chen Long suddenly realized and said, "Young Master, I've had an epiphany."

"Have you truly had an epiphany?" Luo Yu asked.

"Mhm."

"Then what do you think we should do now?"

"Uh..."

Chen Long looked left and right, seemingly at a loss.

Luo Yu glanced sideways.

"Si She, stop laughing at him."

"Have you realized it?"

Si She shook his head.

"Young Master's realm, Si She can only look up to it, please enlighten us."

Luo Yu let out a wry smile.

"Goodness, that brown-nosing of yours is top-notch!"

"Both of you, watch carefully, learn carefully."

He addressed the onlookers who had stopped to watch:

"I'm truly sorry, I'm a bit afraid of death, so I brought a few more big brothers to cover for me when I go out."

"If I frightened anyone today, I apologize for the scare."

The crowd's eyes widened.

"Goodness."

"Brought a few more? Looks like you brought a whole gang, I've never seen anyone bring so many people to a bar."

"Those in the know think you're here to drink; those who don't would think you're here to trash the place."

"With such influence, why speak with such politeness?"

"Even if you were a bit fiercer, no one would blame you, that's too courteous."

The men were dying of envy, while the women already had hearts in their eyes.

Having money, power, good looks, and manners to boot, who could stand up to that?

Though he seemed a bit off mentally, like he had just been released after eighteen years in prison.