Looking at the neon-lit streets around him, Maguire felt a surge of pride and confidence.
"Since fate has given me another chance," he thought,
"and even blessed me with such a powerful cheat, if I don't make this life as exciting as possible… it would truly be a waste of heaven's gift."
With that, Maguire decided to head to the most bustling nightclub in New York to fully indulge in the allure of nightlife.
…
At the entrance of *Black Night*, the city's most extravagant bar,
a sleek black Bentley suddenly pulled up.
A sharply dressed valet quickly approached and opened the car door with practiced ease.
The next second, a handsome man in a black suit stepped out.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the car keys spun into the air—
and the valet hurried to catch them.
Maguire then pulled a thick wad of cash from his jacket and handed it over without a second thought.
The valet's eyes widened—this was half a year's wages in one go. His face lit up with joy as he bowed deeply.
"Thank you, sir."
The man in the black suit only smiled faintly and walked toward the bar's entrance.
Seeing his confident, wealthy stride, several blonde beauties nearby suddenly had a fiery gleam in their eyes, already imagining the entertainment plans for tonight.
That charming man, dripping with swagger, was none other than our bully, Maguire.
The moment he walked in, those blondes quickly followed.
…
The club's interior was packed with gorgeous young women in revealing outfits, their bodies swaying seductively to the pulsing beat.
Under the flashing lights, the air was thick with heat and temptation.
In Maguire's mind, there was only one phrase—
"This is a man's paradise."
The blonde women from the entrance soon sidled up to him.
"Handsome, here alone? Want to have some fun?"
Maguire smiled.
"All together, baby."
…
Surrounded by the blondes, he headed into the dance floor.
Up above, a few burly men in black suits had already noticed him, their expressions tense.
Maguire, however, was busy preparing to show off his moves.
He opened the Bully System's store—
It had everything from machetes to pencils, all the way up to legendary treasures. Prices varied wildly, some astronomical.
It didn't take long before he found what he wanted:
[Dance Skill Pack (God-Tier)]
*Price: 5 Bully Points*
A trivial expense for him. He immediately paid, and in the next second, countless dance techniques and experience flooded his mind.
With his enhanced physique, he mastered them instantly.
From this moment, the *Dance Floor King* Maguire was officially online.
…
And now—it was showtime.
Sliding on his knees into the center of the floor, he sprang up, striking Michael Jackson's signature pose.
"Handsome, cool, unstoppable."
All eyes were on him.
His body moved with the rhythm, flawlessly blending moves from every dance style, throwing out high-difficulty tricks one after another.
The bar erupted in screams and cheers from the women, the energy reaching a fever pitch.
With just a glance or a gesture, Maguire could send hearts racing—
he was a thief of affection, setting the entire club ablaze.
…
But dazzling as he was, attracting countless heated gazes from women, he also drew envy, jealousy, and hatred from men.
In a private booth, a blonde man in lavish attire, glittering with jewelry, glared at Maguire with cold malice.
Elsewhere, in a shadowy corner, a red-haired woman with an impossibly alluring figure watched Maguire with great interest.
No one dared approach her—any man who tried quickly backed off.
…
As Maguire basked in the moment, the blonde man in the booth leaned toward a massive, bear-like, bearded thug and whispered something.
The bearded man nodded and began walking toward Maguire.
…
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