Chapter 2 The Feeling of Being Prodigal

"Done throwing your tantrum?" Back at the dorm, an icy voice greeted him as usual.

"Done." Finn Lewis nodded.

"Don't you think venting your anger by throwing two million at someone you despise is idiotic?" The icy voice murmured.

Finn flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand and chuckled, "Brother, I'm just an ordinary guy. I'm not a prodigal who's been with thousands of girls nor a high priest who has seen through the worldly chaos and decided to become a monk. Stop bullshitting me. The money I earned is mine to enjoy. How I choose to enjoy it is none of your business. If you want to take my life now, go ahead."

"Buying your life and then taking it away is the most wasteful investment."

"So, you're not gonna kill me?" A mysterious glint flashed in Finn's eyes.

"To be honest, your life isn't worth that much." The icy voice, void of any human touch.

But Finn just laughed, "If you're not taking my life, quit the bs. I'm gonna go have some fun."

Just as Finn was about to leave, with a "thud", the door of the dorm was crashed open from outside and three or four silhouettes stormed in. Seeing Finn sitting in the dorm, they exclaimed, "Damn, Mr. Finn, don't tell me, the guy in the front of the teaching building was you?"

Chubby Callum, leading the charge, yelped. This dude was short and fat. His real name was Howard Roberts, but nobody ever called him that. Everyone just called him Chubby.

"Damn, Mr. Finn, you're something else. Had no idea you were the legendary big shot. Man, you're not a nice brother, not letting on during these three years of college, even working part-time. Shit, if it weren't for Cora Franklin being so blind, when were you gonna tell us about this?" Chubby chattered rapidly.

"Absolutely, Mr. Finn, it's so not like you to keep it from us. But don't be sad, some people only see money. Realizing it now is better than regretting later." Another guy with glasses also patted Finn's shoulder.

"Does the boss seem mad? I think the boss needs to let off some steam. Come on boss, let me, the Prince of Demacia treat you to some fun." A tall and hunky guy walked up, smacking Finn's shoulder.

Finn was somewhat amused though also touched. These three clearly came over to comfort him because they were worried he'd be upset over his breakup. But Finn had already sorted things out. It dawned on him the moment he threw two million at that woman.

"Alright, you three showed up to console me instead of your usual gaming at the internet café. Appreciate the thought, so let's go have fun at Nine Heavens Pool." Finn stood up and announced.

"Damn, seriously?" Chubby's eyes immediately lit up.

"Seriously." Finn confirmed. Of course, nightclubs don't open during the day.

At night, Finn and his friends arrived at Nine Heavens Pool. It's the most luxurious nightclub near the university. The place was nearly packed at midnight. As soon as they walked in, Finn straightaway booked a VIP booth and told his friends loudly, "Guys, order whatever you like. The point of tonight is to have fun."

He then headed straight towards the DJ booth. As someone was dancing on stage, Finn directly hopped on the huge sound system beside it. He'd never tried this, nor would he have dared to, but now he felt no stage fright at all. His actions immediately elicited screams from a bunch of young girls. A server tried to pull Finn down.

Finn reached out to grab the microphone from the DJ, exclaiming, "Hey hey, DJ, cut the music. I got something to say."

Generally, nightclubs would extend such courtesies. The DJ quickly cut the music. Finn tapped the microphone before exclaiming, "Ladies and gentlemen, in celebration of my love life going down the drain today, all expenses in the KTV room are on me. Order whatever you want till the shop closes for the day! Don't hold back! Though, tips are on you."

"Whoa…" The entire bar went silent for a moment, followed by unending whistles and screams. The place turned into a frenzy. Who the hell reserves an entire venue just because of a breakup? Damn, now that's a prodigal."

After yelling, Finn felt exhilarated hearing the screams. Damn, spending money feels great. No wonder those rich folks enjoy blowing cash.

Chubby and the other two were stunned. Holy cow, our leader has changed too much. He used to wear regular clothes and even worked part-time. But today, he booked an entire nightclub? This is damn crazy!.

Those waiters and security guards who were just preparing to stop Finn Lewis were a bit stunned. "My God, can this guy afford it?" The looks from those waiters and security guards were scornful. Finn's clothes seemed like ordinary stuff, not that of a wealthy man. If he failed to pull out the money he claimed to have, things could go bad for them.

The security guards and waiters didn't dare to take this lightly. Two waiters immediately approached Finn and said, "Sir, are you sure that what you just said is true? This matter is not to be taken lightly. Do you know how much money this place makes every night?"

Finn squatted down, leaned into the waiter's face, grinned and laughed before shouting into the microphone, "I don't know how much this place makes, but is it even possible for this place to drain all my fortune in one night? You guys, these waiters look down on me? Do you think the way I dress makes me look poor? What do you guys think?"

"He doesn't!" "He does!" Immediately, numerous shouts came from below, both newcomers and regulars.

When the voices from below quieted down a bit, Finn turned back and grinned again, "Did you hear that? A lot of people said I seem wealthy, which fucking eye of yours made you think I was not?"

"Sir, I didn't mean that, I wasn't questioning your financial capability, I just wanted to confirm whether you were booking the entire venue. If so, given our precious daily income, ordering any type of beverages freely would not be a small sum. We have an array of wines priced at tens of thousands." the waiter asked stoically.

"Tsk, tens of thousands for a bottle of wine? Is that a lot? I've already said that I booked the venue and everyone can order freely. Is what I said not clear enough?" Finn chuckled.

"Prince, I think we might need to stop the boss, the vibe feels off, and this isn't the place to stir up trouble." Chubby Callum whispered from the booth.

"No need, let the boss vent. He's just letting off steam. He appears to be fine on the surface, but considering his wealth at home and his usual thriftiness, his extravagance today shows he's obviously irritated." The Prince shook his head gently.

"But this place isn't cheap, are we sure the boss can afford it? According to my calculations, if the boss keeps going like this, spending tens of millions here tonight is not out of the question." Mick, the man with glasses, adjusted his spectacles, his face serious.

"Tens of millions is a little exaggerated. Even if there are wines worth tens of thousands here, there won't be many. Don't worry, if he can afford to spend two million on a whim, he should be able to handle this." The Prince shook his head.

"Kid, who the fuck are you? You've never been here before. You fucking think you can show off by booking the entire place? I fucking hate guys like you, who think they're a big deal just because they have some dirty money. Can't you see where you are? Fuck! If you're booking the place then do it, if you can't pay up then fuck off! Don't mess around here, or I'll deal with you today!" A sudden harsh voice echoed through the club, causing everyone to fall silent, their eyes all focused on Finn and the man.

The crowd in between both parties started to shift, quickly clearing a space between them. Security guards in the club started rushing over. If things got nasty, it wouldn't be a minor issue.

Finn lifted his head to look at the culprit, a man encircled by seven or eight others within a booth, their arms covered with tattoos. Amidst dim lighting, Finn could see several young men in the booth, though their expressions suggested they were just there to watch the drama unfold.

Laughing lightly, Finn picked up the microphone, "And who the fuck are you? What do you care if I book the place? If you can't stand watching, why not book it yourself? If you don't even have that pocket change, what the fuck are you all about?"

"Fuck you! Boy, are you fucking looking for trouble? Do you fucking dare me to waste you?" The man shot up from his seat, the seven or eight people beside him, presumably his subordinates, also stood up, with the exception of three or four young men sitting further inside the booth.

"I don't believe you can do shit, come on!" Finn turned his thumb to the ground and waved it at the man.

"Fuck, Sean King, Mr. Wood, gentlemen, this isn't me not giving you face, this fucking punk brought this on himself." The man addressed the five or six young men inside the booth.

The entire club was silent at this moment and everyone could hear the dialogue between Finn and the man. Finn took a look around. The manager of the club was not present, suggesting that the men beside the stranger were likely involved with the club.

"Motherfucker, bring that brat over here. If he dares to resist, break his legs!" After a few quiet murmurs between the club's insiders, the man rose to his feet, addressing his subordinates.

"Damn, Prince, what are we supposed to do?" Chubby Callum, along with several others, were thrown into a panic as they observed the escalating situation.

"What else can we do? We fight! It's just a brawl." Mick shouted as he was the first to dash over. Three more quickly rushed over to Finn while seven or eight men from the other party started making their way over as well.

All of a sudden, amidst the surrounding chaotic crowd, ten figures emerged, too fast for the frontline security to stop them from joining the fray. Two guards tried to stop one of them, only to be effortlessly brushed aside.

As the ten figures got in front of Finn, the club fell into deathly silence. But Finn started laughing, intrigued by the turn of events.