The prince didn’t know why he had to sign the contract, he just inexplicably signed it. This brings us to why the prince would sign the contract; many people might find it bewildering, too incredible. Actually, this involves some psychological aspects, or it could be called psychological suggestion, or something else. Anyway, when a person is under certain external pressures, they have a stress response to find a way to relieve it, and in such situations, if verbally guided by someone, they can easily be led into another’s guidance in thoughts and actions. This is backed by scientific research. It’s like when you are about to drown, if something floats by, you are bound to grab onto it, this is a subconscious action, even if that thing eventually leads you into a crocodile pool, you would still grab it because it’s the only thing that offers you a chance of survival at that moment. When Song Yun faced the prince, he first used the advantage of numbers to suppress him, then verbally guided him, leading the prince’s thoughts into Song Yun’s. It’s somewhat like hypnosis, but not as deep, just a kind of conscious guidance. If you have the opportunity, you might as well give it a try. Enough with the chitchat. After the prince wrote his name on the contract, Song Yun pulled out some kind of inkpad and directly had him place a handprint on the contract. Taking the contract, Song Yun, satisfied, waved his hand over the contract to dry the ink, then put it away and said to the prince, "Thank you very much, now this venue is mine. You’re welcome to visit anytime." "Alright," the prince nodded numbly, but then suddenly snapped out of it, with a pair of confused eyes quickly regaining clarity. "Damn, what just happened!" The prince stared wide-eyed at Song Yun and angrily said, "You hypnotized me!" "Who hypnotized you?" Song Yun sneered and said, "Show me your evidence?" "You, you, you!!!!" The prince pointed at Song Yun, shouting, "Song Yun, this isn’t over between us. Everyone, attack! Whoever takes down Song Yun, I’ll reward with ten million!!" You know what they say, money makes the world go round, so even though the prince had fewer people, those who followed him were definitely not cowards. So, after the prince gave the order, his people quickly charged towards Song Yun’s side. "Let them come." Song Yun extended his index finger, pointing at the opponents. "Get them!" The people behind Song Yun shouted as they rushed forward. For a moment, a battlefield emerged between Song Yun and the prince’s people. On the battlefield, numerous people were fighting back and forth, with bottles and plates flying everywhere. Meanwhile, the people who were drinking, partying, and dancing nearby also saw the chaos and quickly retreated to a safe distance. Soon, the bar’s hall, which was a little crowded, suddenly emptied out, with both drunk and sober people watching the mayhem from afar. Song Yun sat calmly, just two meters away from the chaotic battleground. However, the fight, though intense at the start, ended pretty quickly. Song Yun had skilled people on his side, and although the prince’s side also had competent fighters, they were outnumbered. Before long, the prince’s men were all knocked to the ground, and, of course, a few of Song Yun’s side also got injured. After all, this is a modern city, and no one is a superhero or a martial arts master. Nevertheless, Song Yun’s side won, but reinforcements for the prince also arrived. This bar had a few security personnel, though they were scattered around the bar. These people originally didn’t know what was happening, but upon seeing the fight, they quickly understood that it was a brawl, and one side was their boss. So all the bar’s security personnel, about thirty people in total, rushed over in one go. "Everyone, go, take them down!" By this time, the prince was already furious, having unwittingly signed his name on the contract and seemingly given Song Yun not only this bar but also two other bars of similar size. If his father found out, his legs would probably be broken. Although Emperor Wang hasn’t been keeping a close watch on the prince lately, he’s very strict about the prince’s businesses. The thought of his father getting angry sent chills down the prince’s spine. The leopard-print woman, Shu Ya, had squeezed past her friends to get to Jue Wu. "Master Juewu, your friend just left with the prince. Aren’t you going to check it out?" Shu Ya asked. "No worries." Jue Wu shook his head and said, "He said it’s fine, so it’s fine. Hey, everyone, let’s drink, come on." Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 As he said this, Jue Wu poured a glass of wine into his mouth, then kissed a woman, transferring the drink to her, leaving her blushing and coquettishly fluttering her eyelashes. "Are you sure your friend will be alright?" Shu Ya asked. "No problem." Jue Wu said, "If the prince’s father were here, then I might have to go over, but it’s just a prince. He already showed him enough respect." "Oh? What does your friend do?" Shu Ya asked curiously. "Him? He’s... That’s a secret." Jue Wu suddenly revealed a mischievous smile and said, "Do you want to know?" "I do!" Shu Ya nodded earnestly. "Let’s drink, and I’ll tell you after." The bar suddenly erupted with the sound of fighting. The crowd followed the noise with their eyes. In a private room not far away, a chaotic fight scene was unfolding. "Ah, it’s over at Wenxi’s place!" Shu Ya exclaimed. "No worries." Jue Wu shook his head, saying, "If there was really a problem, it wouldn’t matter if I went over. Let’s keep drinking." It wasn’t clear how much time had passed, but the noise of the fight gradually diminished. Finally, it completely faded away. Jue Wu was having a blast drinking with a group of women when a voice, tinged with a mischievous smile, came from the side. "Haha, Master Juewu, having fun, aren’t you?"