Her features were stunningly cold and beautiful. She had a delicate jaw, skin as white as snow, and a pair of noble, indifferent phoenix eyes. Her red lips were incredibly alluring, yet so razor-thin they made her look utterly merciless. Her eyes were especially striking—long and narrow, radiating a frigid beauty from within their allure.
The moment she appeared, the entire bar fell silent. All eyes were drawn to the woman in the wine-red dress and high heels, her long, wavy hair cascading down her back. She stood on the second floor like a queen, surveying the crowd below.
Yang Sixue's face turned deathly pale. Others might not know her, but I've heard the stories. She was known as the Blood Rose. Anyone who caused trouble in her bar was thrown into the sea to feed the fish. No exceptions. No one knew who her backer was, but everyone knew it was some terrifyingly powerful figure.
