Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

The Howling Wolf Bar was abuzz with excitement.

Men and women from all walks of life, clutching wads of cash in their hands, watched Luo Yu on stage in shock.

They had never seen such a generous person in their lives.

He threw money around without a moment's hesitation.

In just a short time, his bodyguards had scattered several boxes of cash.

Luo Yu stood on the stage, looking down at the drunken men and women scrambling for the bills fluttering everywhere, and initially found it somewhat amusing.

But then he felt a sense of tedium, of boredom.

"Quiet!"

Luo Yu said softly.

The men and women nearby frantically collecting cash didn't hear him, but those closer to Luo Yu did, and they hurriedly shouted obsequiously.

"The gentleman here says to be quiet!"

"Everyone shut up and listen to what this young master has to say."

"Quiet down!"

"Behave yourselves!"

The noisy crowd quickly fell silent.

Whether it was the exaggerated team of black-clad bodyguards or his disdain for money, it wasn't hard to infer that the stunningly handsome young man on the stage was not an ordinary person. No one dared to defy his wishes.

Luo Yu stood on the stage, even though the spotlight wasn't intentionally focused on him.

But at that moment, he was unquestionably the center of attention, the focal point of the crowd's gaze as everyone speculated about his identity.

Both the women with drunken hazy eyes and the sober city girls were looking at the man on stage with gleaming eyes.

To the city girls who came to the bar for fun, Luo Yu, with his handsome looks, wealth, and power, represented the ultimate catch.

Without a doubt.

Everyone was focused on the handsome gentleman, eager to hear what special words he might say.

Luo Yu shook his head on the stage.

"I don't have much to say."

"I wish you all happy drinking and playing."

"Huh?"

"That's it?"

The crowd was dumbfounded.

All this fanfare, the bodyguards' entrance, the throwing of money, and not a single purpose?

Shouldn't he just say which girl wants to come with me, and then woosh, a bunch of girls raise their hands? How cool would that have been?

If Luo Yu knew what they were thinking.

He would only say one thing, tacky, way too tacky! Unbearably tacky!!

You don't understand my world.

When you have money, you can be capricious!

Living life and doing things just for the thrill, no hidden motives necessary.

As for the cash he had strewn about earlier, it may matter to others, but not to him.

In this world, money is important to ordinary people, but meaningless to those with real power.

Luo Yu stepped down from the stage amidst the crowd's dumbfounded and astonished gazes.

"Young master, please take a seat!"

A bow-tied, smartly dressed waiter bowed and gestured for him to follow.

"Where am I sitting?" Luo Yu asked.

The waiter cautiously pointed to the side of the bar and said:

"Our establishment might not meet the standards of your status, sir. The best seats we have are the booths over there."

Luo Yu shook his head.

"What does it matter about standards? I came here to have a good time."

"If I can enjoy myself, even a straw hut is top-class. A depressing place, no matter how luxurious it is decorated, is still rubbish."

"Yes, of course."

The waiter smiled nervously, completely on edge.

He could never have imagined that such a grand figure would visit this modest bar. People of such status usually frequented high-end clubs.

"Let me show you the way." The waiter offered politely and attentively.

Luo Yu waved his hand.

"No need."

"I'll pick my own spot."

Luo Yu walked through the crowded bar, and wherever he went, people stepped back to clear a path for him.

It was as if the handsome young man emitted an invisible aura that exerted a powerful sense of oppression on those around him.

Even though Luo Yu had been nothing but polite and not at all domineering, people couldn't help feeling a sense of awe.

He didn't head to the bar's best-decorated booth area but made his way to a regular table instead.

By the table stood three heavily made-up spice girls.

Wearing hoop earrings, with deep cleavage exposed at the front, bright red lips vividly colored, and ombre pink fishnet stockings wrapped around their slender legs, Jade Feet perched on high crystal platform heels, and with seductive eyeshadow under their long black lashes.

The three sexy city girls blushed instantly, their hearts racing.

Watching the devilishly handsome young man approach felt like he was stepping right into their hearts, causing them to flutter inside.

No way.

He can't be coming over to us, can he?

Is he really coming to us?

Wow!

So handsome, he's seriously so handsome. If they could land such a top-notch playboy, that would be a huge score.

A jackpot!

Seeing this, the other women were somewhat angry, upset that this high-quality young master hadn't chosen them, but had taken an interest in those three flamboyant femmes fatales.

As for the men, they were dying of envy.

Before they left the house, they had to take a good bath, style their hair, ponder over which shoes to wear, match their shirts and trousers, even decide which brand and scent of perfume to use, and had to think about how to chat up girls in the bar, what pickup lines to use.

But look at him. Wearing a pair of flip-flops, a plain white T-shirt, tacky floral shorts, and not putting any effort into his appearance.

And yet, with a simple flick of his finger, girls want to throw themselves at him.

Meanwhile, they haven't gotten any girl's attention after drinking half the night, how is this fair?

The most upset were not the men who'd failed to hook up with a girl, but rather those who were somewhat handsome and had a bit of money. They had already managed to get a girl's attention and were just waiting for the night to end so they could go out and play some poker together.