Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Luo Yu was entirely unaware of the "danger" descending upon him.

He was still dancing with Jia Lan.

Although Luo Yu wore sunglasses and a hat, his advanced dance moves attracted the attention of the entire club, not to mention he was with the innocent and charming black-stockinged girl Jia Lan.

Even the DJ high above, in order to match Luo Yu's dance moves, deliberately altered the beats to be fast or slow.

Cheers and screams poured in.

The black-stockinged beauty Qin Lan below repeatedly shook her head.

"Sigh, it's not always good for a man to be too excellent; wherever he goes, he grabs attention and attracts bees and butterflies."

However, she could understand the passionate reactions of the others in the bar. After all, Luo Yu's cool dance moves were genuinely that of a nightclub prince.

Even without taking off his sunglasses, just the side view of his face made many women in the bar indulge in wild fantasies.

If it wasn't for the fact that Luo Yu was already with a female companion like Jia Lan, women would have probably approached him long ago to ask for a dance or his contact details,

Eventually, Luo Yu ended his performance.

No applause but he was greeted with a round of bizarre shouts and cheers from the crowd.

Jia Lan was panting heavily, her black stockings soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to her fair skin, while her upper body was also drenched in sweat. Looking at the man in front of her who seemed unfazed, Jia Lan called him a monster.

"Learning fast is one thing, but after dancing for so long I'm almost dead tired, and you don't even seem out of breath once."

Luo Yu gracefully performed a gentleman's bow, escorting Jia Lan off the dance floor.

Such composed and appropriate motions made everyone present at the bar feel a sense of incongruity.

It was as if such behavior belonged in a finely decorated, high society ballroom, not a small bar.

"Hey, handsome, can I get your contact info?"

A young woman with a princess cut and purple-dyed temples, sporting a tongue piercing, approached Luo Yu, actively asking for his number.

Luo Yu was taken aback.

What is this woman talking about, where did this wild horse come from?

Didn't she see I already have a female companion, yet she dares to ask for my contact information in front of her?

Outrageous.

"Um, please don't get me wrong, I don't have any ulterior motives, I just think you dance well, and I wanted to make friends. Maybe you could teach me too," the tongued-pierced beauty with the princess cut explained while waving her hands.

Luo Yu looked the woman up and down and decisively shook his head.

"No."

"You're not worthy."

Jia Lan, who had been somewhat angry, thinking this woman was being overly presumptuous.

It's one thing to approach other men who already have companions; it's outright shameless.

But she couldn't say anything.

After all, she had no official status with Luo Yu, so on what grounds could she speak?

She felt somewhat disappointed, but Luo Yu's blunt rebuttal instantly made Jia Lan's mood soar and left everyone else prepared for a spectacle in a moment of stunned silence.

"Just rejecting is fine, but is he that ruthless!?"

"This guy is heartless; talks even less than cold people."

The princess-cut tongued-pierced girl was instantly annoyed, glaring as she said:

"Are you blind?"

"I'm way more flavorful than the girl next to you, in what way am I not worthy?"

"Heh."

Luo Yu let out a cold laugh, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Your qi and blood are weak; it looks like you've recently had surgery."

Saying that, his gaze swept lower.

"If I'm not mistaken, the surgery was done on your uterus."

"Moreover, I can see new scars over old wounds, suggesting that this isn't the first time you've had surgery on your uterus, right?"

As these words ended, while others were still in shock, the tongued-pierced girl's face flushed with anger.

"How do you know..."

Realizing something was amiss mid-sentence, the tongued-pierced girl quickly hardened her face, pointing at Luo Yu's nose.

"What the hell are you blabbing about!"

"Are you implying I've had an abortion?"

"You make these claims just by glancing at me? What a joke, even a god wouldn't believe what you're saying."

Several young men and women, looking like social loafers, gathered around the tongued-pierced girl, all seemingly quite young.

They stood by her side, showing their support.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Our girl approaching you was giving you face, and you dare to be so disrespectful?"

"Who are you to say her uterus has been cut?"

"You're grandstanding more than an old Chinese doctor, who at least does diagnosis by inspection, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. You just glanced and made a diagnosis?"

The bar's security, noticing the dispute, quickly surrounded them.

However, a commanding female voice suddenly transmitted through the walkie-talkie, instructing them not to interfere. As they all worked for her, they naturally followed the boss's orders and returned to their original positions.

Meanwhile, some white-collar workers and student couples in the bar either hid to one side or came closer to enjoy the drama.

Qin Lan ran to Luo Yu's side, joining him.

This caused the guys around the tongued-pierced girl to light up, secretly envying the bespectacled young man's good fortune.

They became even more aggressive in their demeanor.

Facing the provocation, Luo Yu remained calm, not even bothering to raise an eyebrow.

What status and position did he hold that he would get angry over a few punks' provocations? That was absolutely impossible.

"Move aside."

Luo Yu didn't even deign to say another word to them; he took Jia Lan and Qin Lan's hands and headed towards the exit of the club.

"Tch, thought we were in for a good show, didn't expect this guy to be so cowardly, walking away with his girlfriend after being confronted."

"You don't understand, this is what it means to know when to bow and when to stand tall. Clearly, we are outnumbered here, and further provoking them would be foolish. A hasty retreat is the smart move."