Of course! Here is the translation of the text provided: Chapter 146: Beaten by your brother-in-law?

With Long Xixiang and the others arriving, it was impossible to keep the hostess girls around or let them continue to suffer there. Long Teng handed each of them a hundred-yuan "hardship fee" and sent them back to finish their math problems.

Who knew whether they would curse Yang Meng once they found out the answers to those three questions? Yang Meng certainly did not care; plenty of people cursed him already! Just the parents of those car thieves probably cursed him with voodoo dolls at home every single day, so why would he care about a few hostesses cursing him?

Long Xixiang pointed at Yang Meng and said, "Mengmeng, I honestly never knew you were so wicked! Who else would do something like that? Putting money right on the table to tempt them while making sure they could never actually get their hands on it."

Yang Meng pointed at Long Teng and retorted, "Don't blame me for this. If you must blame someone, blame your brother. He's the one who gave me the inspiration!"

Long Teng waved his hands frantically over there. Long Xixiang quickly asked, "What does this have to do with my brother?"

Yang Meng laughed and said, "The other day we were chatting, and Long Teng told me a story about his college days. He said he hated doing homework the most back then, so he finally came up with a brilliant idea. He went to a karaoke bar, found two hostesses, and offered them double the pay. He didn't make them sing, and he didn't make them drink; instead, he had them do his homework for him. Word has it that those two young ladies actually finished every single assignment for *The Theory and Application of Business Communication*. They took the essence of 'selling artistry, not the body' to absolute perfection!"

"Pfft." Everyone burst out laughing at Yang Meng's words.

"Long Teng, I never imagined you had a phase like that?" Qi Kun teased.

Long Teng waved his hand dismissively. "The wild and reckless days of youth, just the wild and reckless days of youth."

Yang Meng pointed at the large screen and said, "Alright, time to sing! Who's going to kick things off?"

"I will, I will!" Quan Yajing picked up the microphone, but just as she was about to belt out a tune, the private room door was shoved wide open.

A group of people barged straight in. The person leading the way was a stout man. "So it's them, right? I'm telling you... Huh? Why is it you guys?"

Yang Meng and the others stared speechlessly at the intruders. The man at the very front was none of us other than— "I say, Brother Zhang, what kind of trouble are you trying to stir up now? Don't tell me you're here to back up these girls next to you!"

Qi Kun also wore a speechless expression. "Brother Zhang, could it be that the sucker who dropped fifteen thousand earlier was actually you? Looking for someone like this... is she really worth fifteen thousand?"

The newcomer was none other than Zhang Cuijian, the big-bellied man they had met at the Longyun Fitness Club—the very reason they discovered Ling Feng's girlfriend was two-timing him.

Standing beside him were several young women, and wasn't the one holding his arm none other than "Sister Ping"?

"So it's you guys? Oh? Boss Long is here too? Talk about washing the Dragon King's temple with floodwater!" Zhang Cuijian quickly put on a flattering smile. Then he asked, "Wait, 'Lobster', what was that about fifteen thousand yuan just now?"

Upon hearing Qi Kun's words, "Sister Ping" turned deathly pale, the look in her eyes as she gazed at Qi Kun filled with desperate entreaty.

Ignoring her expression entirely, Qi Kun smiled and said, "When we were having dinner just now, the young lady beside you was being awfully arrogant, mocking us as country bumpkins and letting us witness her moneymaking speed. After chatting on a video call and calling someone 'hubby' a few times, the guy immediately wired her fifteen thousand to cover today's expenses. Tell me, Brother Zhang, that money wasn't coming out of your pocket, was it? Your taste in women these days really leaves one speechless. Tsk tsk, did Liu Zhaoting leave you that heartbroken? Oh wait, you should call her 'Xiao Rui'!"

"You damn fatty, do you always have to pick at the scab? What? Didn't get enough of a drinking battle last time, so you want another round?" Zhang Cuijian glared, his eyes wide.

His lackeys behind him began rolling up their sleeves, looking like they were ready to pounce on Qi Kun at any moment. One guy moved even faster, lunging directly toward Qi Kun.

As a result, Zhang Cuijian planted a direct kick squarely on his backside. The fellow sprawled flat on the floor, staring up at Zhang Cuijian in utter bewilderment. "Boss, why'd you kick me?"

Zhang Cuijian said speechlessly, "My personal affairs are none of your business to meddle in! Stop standing there looking wronged, hurry down to the front desk and haul back two cases of beer—the exact same kind they're drinking. I'm going to drink this damn fatty under the table today!"

Qi Kun gave a cold laugh. "You calling me a damn fatty? Don't you ever look in a mirror? This is a personal grudge today, nobody helps anyone. I'm going to drink him to death! I'll turn him into a true 'dead fatty'!"

"Big Brother, we..." Seeing this turn of events, the subordinates behind Zhang Cuijian had no idea what to do. It seemed their boss and the other party knew each other, but were they on good terms? The boss and the fat man across from them acted like sworn enemies at each other's throats the moment they met. Yet, listening to their banter, it sounded much more like friends bickering.

Zhang Cuijian frowned. "What 'we, we'? Didn't you hear me say I'm going to have a drinking duel? Go find somewhere cool to hang out!" With that, he pointed at "Sister Ping." "I hate being lied to. Get everything that needs to be asked out of her!"

"Sister Ping" looked terrified. "Honey, you can't do this to me. I've never wronged you!"

Zhang Cuijian simply waved his hand dismissively without even looking at her. A man standing beside him nodded in understanding, delivered a swift blow to knock "Sister Ping" unconscious, hoisted her over his shoulder, and told the other girls with her, "I hope you ladies cooperate and just tell us what you know. I'd rather not resort to roughing you up!"

The girls who had accompanied "Sister Ping" were scared out of their wits and nodded frantically. Zhang Cuijian's thugs ushered them away immediately.

Yang Meng frowned. "Listen here, Boss Zhang, don't let things get so out of hand that you can't clean up the mess."

Zhang Cuijian grinned broadly. "Little Brother Yang, thanks for the concern, but I've got experience with this sort of thing. I'm no match for Young Master Long here; I'm just a rough-around-the-edges guy who makes a living in earthwork and construction. Made some money during the city's big expansion a few years back, but as you can see, the people I eat and drink with are all roughnecks too. What can I do? I can't just abandon my brothers because I've made it big, can I? I'll muddle through day by day—small offenses all the time, but never a major felony. Anyway, dammit, the thing I hate most in this world is being lied to! That Liu Zhaoting just got away too fast, otherwise I really would have had her dropped into the sea!"

"And you call that 'never a major felony'?" Yang Meng scratched his head.

Over to the side, Qi Kun was already shouting and waving a beer bottle, challenging Zhang Cuijian. Zhang Cuijian didn't hold back either, immediately plunging into a fierce drinking contest with him.

Long Xixiang was even more straightforward. She simply called the manager in and summoned a fresh group of hostess girls to liven up the atmosphere. Having experienced scenes like this countless times, she didn't care at all—though, of course, Yang Meng was kept under the strictest surveillance by the three girls, preventing any hostess from even sharing a single glass of wine with him.

Aside from that, everyone had an absolute blast. To Yang Meng's greatest surprise, Long Xixiang was the one person who absolutely refused to sing under any circumstances. No matter what Yang Meng said, she wouldn't touch a microphone.

Under Yang Meng's intense interrogation, Long Teng finally spilled the beans: it turned out Long Xixiang was completely tone-deaf!

Long Xixiang was a sufferer of congenital amusia, meaning damage to the anterior part of the temporal lobe in the left hemisphere of the brain left her entirely unable to recognize musical notes or perform music. Even though Long Xixiang could dance breathtakingly graceful ballet, she simply could not produce a pleasant singing voice.

Well, this condition wasn't actually all that rare; roughly four percent of the population suffered from these symptoms to varying degrees.

It led Yang Meng to sigh and reflect: nobody is truly flawless! Even a woman like Long Xixiang had her weaknesses.

On the other hand, Qiao Yu and Quan Yajing could sing like absolute pros. Quan Yajing, in particular, possessed extraordinary vocal skills.

When questioned further, they learned that Quan Yajing had undergone professional vocal training. That made sense—with resources like her family's, of course they would invest heavily in educating their child properly.

Yang Meng had no idea how much he ended up drinking. After all, they were among friends, and he hadn't used his spiritual energy to neutralize the alcohol in his system. What was the point of drinking if you weren't going to get drunk? Drinking was all about the mood, and with the atmosphere here being so wonderful, holding back would be an insult to the environment!

He had no recollection of how late into the night it went. In the private room, he had been the primary target for everyone's toasts, and he was knocked out cold long before anyone else.

Seeing that scene actually made Long Teng quite happy; it proved Yang Meng had a normal human side after all, since he could get dead drunk just like anyone else!

If only he had known that Yang Meng was entirely capable of purging the alcohol from his body with spiritual energy, who knows what he would have thought.

When Yang Meng finally woke up the next morning, it was already close to noon, and his head felt as though it were splitting apart.

He looked around and realized he was in a guest room at the Longyun Fitness Club.

Wait, where were his clothes? Who had undressed him?

A fresh set of clothes was neatly laid out on a chair nearby, but Yang Meng didn't change into them right away. Instead, he took a shower first, and after leisurely drying off and getting dressed, he stepped out of the room—only to be greeted immediately by a commotion echoing from the training arena!

The training area was usually lively, but never this chaotic. From the sound of it, it seemed more like a brawl had broken out.

"What's all this ruckus about?" Yang Meng walked over, asking in puzzlement.

The moment Long Teng spotted Yang Meng coming out, he rushed over and grabbed his arm. "Master, you've come just in time! There's a mess here that really needs you to handle. I've completely run out of ideas!"

"What kind of trouble?" Yang Meng stepped closer to take a look, then drew a sharp breath. "What the hell, Lobster? What happened to you? Who beat you up like this? Was it Zhang Cuijian? Where is that fat bastard? I'm going to thrash him! Long Teng, gather some people and come with me!"

He had every right to be furious. Qi Kun was already a heavyset man, but now he looked like he had ballooned to twice his size. His face was swollen beyond recognition, his eyes reduced to mere slits, and his massive dark circles rivaled those of a giant panda!

Right now, Qi Kun was lying there with his eyes closed, groaning and wailing in pain.

Then, Yang Meng glanced sideways and almost blew his top: Hu Erleng was sitting nearby, happily munching on an energy bar he'd fished out from somewhere, thoroughly enjoying the show!

"What are you playing at, Erleng? Lobster got beaten up this badly and you're just sitting there watching the fun?" Yang Meng stared at Hu Erleng in utter confusion; this completely clashed with Hu Erleng's usual demeanor.

Hu Erleng smiled wryly and said, "Mengmeng, it's really not that I didn't want to help! It's just that Lobster totally deserved this beating. Honestly, I'm itching to give him a couple of kicks myself."

"Huh?" Yang Meng's eyes widened. "What's going on here?"

Hu Erleng pointed toward a few people standing in the corner. "See those folks over there? They're the ones who beat up Lobster! Don't look at me like that—do you even know who they are?"

"Who?" Yang Meng demanded angrily. "Even the King of Heaven doesn't have the right to go around beating people up!"

Hu Erleng let out a bitter laugh. "What if I told you he's Lobster's future brother-in-law?"

"Ah?"