Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack!-Chapter 318 - 317: Playful Spirit

Han Xiao’s call came around six o’clock; he gave Gu Xiaoqing a phone number and said that this person could help. If the call couldn’t get through, they could go to a certain address to find this person, and typically, they’d surely find him there.

He also asked Gu Xiaoqing about the hotel where she and her friend were staying, making Xiaoqing think Han Xiao was coming over.

Only later did she realize that Han Xiao was concerned about the safety of the two girls. Upon learning that Guo Donghua’s uncle was accompanying them, Han Xiao was relieved.

When Gu Xiaoqing saw the address Han Xiao provided, she laughed; it turned out to be "Dingxun" as well.

It seemed this trip to "Dingxun" was inevitable. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The result of calling was that the other party never answered.

So at eight o’clock in the evening, Zhao Xiangguo set off with Gu Xiaoqing and Guo Donghua, a group of three, and arrived at "Dingxun."

Getting out of the car and looking at the building in front of them, the three were a bit surprised; it was different from the entertainment venue they imagined.

It was a two-story building with an elegant and grand exterior, looking more like a European castle.

The parking lot at the entrance was filled with luxury cars, and the surroundings were fenced off with railing-style fencing, with many security guards in black suits patrolling. At the main entrance, four stern-looking security guards were checking the magnetic cards in everyone’s hands.

Gu Xiaoqing was stunned and looked at Zhao Xiangguo: "Uncle Zhao, we don’t have magnetic cards."

This was something none of them had anticipated.

They didn’t expect that one would need a special identity card, like a VIP card, to enter.

Now, even though they were so close, they couldn’t get in.

Zhao Xiangguo didn’t know about this rule either.

The three of them just stared at each other blankly.

However, it didn’t take five minutes before someone came over to greet Zhao Xiangguo.

"Hello, are you Mr. Zhao Xiangguo?"

A man with a small mustache, dressed in formal wear, approached Zhao Xiangguo and asked.

Zhao Xiangguo didn’t recognize him but politely greeted him, "Hello, and you are...?"

"I am a friend of Mr. Bai’s; he asked me to bring you in."

The mustached man looked at Zhao Xiangguo and the two girls behind him.

Disapprovingly, this was not a place for girls.

"Thank you."

Zhao Xiangguo thanked him; after all, the man came over especially.

"What is your surname?"

The man led them towards the door of "Dingxun" while politely saying, "My surname is Wu; you can call me Mr. Wu; everyone calls me that. When you go in, follow me closely and don’t speak out of turn."

Mr. Wu handed the card to the security guard at the entrance.

It was quickly scanned on a device, lighting up a green light.

The security guard made a polite inviting gesture and returned the card to Mr. Wu.

"Welcome."

Mr. Wu led Zhao Xiangguo, Gu Xiaoqing, and Guo Donghua inside through the main door.

Entering through the door, they were all taken aback.

The interior decor here was quite different from regular bars or entertainment venues; it was a two-story building with an open central space and an open-style bar decor.

The surrounding two floors were loft-style private rooms, with glass windows that could be opened, facing the central courtyard.

From each room, one could see the central stage in the courtyard.

Mr. Wu led them inside, and a young waiter greeted them, leading them inside.

"Sir, it’s already started, and the private rooms are mostly full; do you need a VIP room?"

The waiter, a young man in his twenties, held a counter and a booklet, explaining to Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu nodded, "Open a private room for us."

Zhao Xiangguo, of course, followed Mr. Wu’s arrangements; it was their first time here, and they didn’t understand a thing, so they naturally listened to Mr. Wu, who was familiar with the place.

Inside the private room, the decor was simple and unadorned, with a circle of sofa chairs near the windows, matching coffee tables, and old-fashioned picture scrolls on the walls.

"Would you like something to drink?"

The waiter politely asked Mr. Wu, clearly recognizing that Mr. Wu was in charge here.

Mr. Wu looked at Gu Xiaoqing and the girls, unsure what to decide; it wouldn’t be right not to drink here, but that’s what men do, and the girls couldn’t be drinking along.

Gu Xiaoqing raised her hand and said, "We’ll have some juice, and if there’s tea, we’d like a pot of that."

No drinking, as it was inconvenient here; Gu Xiaoqing was still thinking about gathering information here.

"Alright. Would you like some snacks?"

This time, the waiter inclined slightly toward Gu Xiaoqing, sensing she had some say here.

Gu Xiaoqing nodded, "A bit of everything; since we’re here, we might as well try it all."

The waiter immediately smiled; that seemed right.

He turned and went out.

Gu Xiaoqing looked at Mr. Wu and asked, "Hello, would it be impolite if I called you Mr. Wu?"

Mr. Wu looked at the young girl and waved nonchalantly, "Not at all; everyone calls me Mr. Wu; it’s fine if you do too."

"Mr. Wu, the person we’re looking for is inside these private rooms; it’s not convenient to find someone here, right? Besides, even if I wanted to bribe the staff, it wouldn’t be easy." Gu Xiaoqing had noticed earlier that the staff seemed well-trained here.

Mr. Wu nodded and pointed to the platform below, saying,

"If it were me, I wouldn’t want to come here to find someone because unless the person agrees, you absolutely won’t find who you’re looking for. ’Dingxun’ has a profound background; no one dares to cause trouble here, and no staff member would dare help you find someone unless they have a death wish."

Gu Xiaoqing acknowledged softly.

She knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

"What’s downstairs?"

It was hard not to be curious. Having come this far, of course, they wanted to see around, then think of a way to meet the person they wanted to see.

"Twenty steps, ten rings, a hundred bucks." As the voice fell, she saw someone standing in the center of the stage; actually, it’s a big platform of about 500 meters, with a black curtain at the end of the platform.

Now as the curtain dropped, one could see targets that looked like bull’s-eyes.

A man in a shirt stepped up, followed by an emcee who handed him a dart.

Gu Xiaoqing confirmed she wasn’t mistaken—it was a dart.

She turned to look at Mr. Wu, wanting an explanation.

Mr. Wu pointed below, saying, "It’s an improvised betting game. An individual can accept challenges and bets based on his abilities; this is the simplest kind, so the stakes are the lowest.

If you think he can hit the target, you can place a bet; if he hits it, the odds are 1:1, and if not, there’s nothing.

Of course, there are also bets with odds of 1:1 or even higher, depending on the difficulty you propose. You can also bet on missing; the odds for missing are determined by the odds for hitting. You need to specify this with the staff because the player bears the win/loss of the bet, and Dingxun only takes a percentage as a service fee."

Isn’t this just gambling in another form?