Not long after entering this small bar, Yang Chen knew he had come to the right place.
The small bar was filled with an ambiguous, dreamy, and misty light. At the bar, in the corners, and even in the center of the room, pairs of young men and women were entwined, arms around each other, hugging each other, and their wanton, seductive laughter echoed one after another.
Yang Chen hadn't taken a few steps when a woman wearing heavy makeup, wearing only a rose-colored bra and a super-short black leather skirt, stumbled over to him, holding a glass of amber liquor.
"Handsome man, would you buy me a drink?" The woman's voice was so coquettish, it was enough to make people cringe.
Having not touched alcohol in a long time, Yang Chen, already a bit hot-headed, casually pinched the nipple on the front of the woman's bra. The woman instantly shuddered and giggled, "Hate you handsome man, pinching me here as soon as we meet? How are you going to stay with me if you break it..." While grumbling in anger, she leaned in even closer, her pair of white arms already hooked around Yang Chen's neck.
A wicked smile played on Yang Chen's lips. He had little interest in such a woman. With a seemingly effortless gesture, Yang Chen pushed the woman away from him, "I'm not interested in drunken, horny sows who only want to mate."
Seemingly still somewhat lucid, the woman's blood boiled at being called a "sow." She fiercely slammed her glass to the ground, "You b*st*rd, you're tired of living! Just wait!" With that, she stormed off towards the crowd in the corner of the bar. Yang Chen suddenly felt a sense of malicious pleasure. It had been ages since he'd been to a place like this and interacted with these people. Today, under the influence of alcohol, he seemed to be able to let off some steam.
After walking to the bar and ordering a glass of vodka, Yang Chen downed it in one gulp. A fiery heat began to surge through his body, and a strange excitement flashed in his eyes.
The flamboyant woman had somehow summoned seven or eight men, all of them muscular and robust. As soon as Yang Chen finished his drink, they surrounded him.
The woman hugged the sturdy arm of the bald man in the front, pointing at Yang Chen and screaming, "Brother! This b*st*rd insulted me! Help me beat him to death!"
The man, taking one look at Yang Chen's frail frame, glared with disdain and motioned for his two minions to go up and teach him a lesson.
The two men approached with sinister grins, not wanting to waste any more time talking to Yang Chen. They struck him with their punches as big as sandbags. Yang Chen didn't even bother to look, his expression calm as if nothing had happened. He simply raised his hands at the perfect moment, his palms colliding with the fists of the two burly men...
"Ahhh!!!"
The two burly men screamed simultaneously, falling to the ground, clutching their arms and rolling around.
This scene, happening in the bar, seemed strange and sudden. Although fights were common in this small bar, Baldhead's group had never been seen to be defeated. Unable to help but, many people looked at Yang Chen curiously.
The bald man frowned at the unexpected situation. After a suspicious glance at Yang Chen's calm expression, he squatted down and lifted up the arm of one of his men to examine it. It would have been better not to look, but after seeing it, cold sweat immediately broke out on the bald man's forehead...
The few minions behind him saw their men being beaten and started to curse, but before they could move forward to attack, the bald man's outstretched arms blocked their attacks. Without further ado, the bald man stood up and bowed to Yang Chen, "Big Brother, please be magnanimous. We've offended you this time. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to ask us. We'll see you later!"
After saying this, the bald man had a few confused brothers carry the two men, who were screaming in pain, out of the bar.
The woman was even more incredulous. She kept walking outside the bar, constantly demanding why she wasn't being vented.
The bald man glared at the woman fiercely, then said to the equally confused brothers, "That man just broke the arms of Old Five and Old Six with those two palms. Do you think you can beat him..."
Their tempers immediately vanished. To have such power from those two gentle palms, what else could he be but a master? Immediately, they began to flatter the bald man, praising his foresight and wisdom.
The bald man ignored the flattery and instead glanced back at the bar thoughtfully, his thoughts unclear. Meanwhile, Yang Chen in the bar was unfazed. Seeing the bald man and his group leave, a seat in the corner of the bar became vacant, so he leisurely walked over, intending to carefully search for his "prey" for the evening.
Because Yang Chen had just easily defeated the bald man and his group, the men and women in the bar were all intimidated by him. Occasionally, a few hot girls flirted with Yang Chen, but being ignored, they had no choice but to give up their attempts.
Just as Yang Chen was about to sit down on the sofa, he suddenly noticed someone lying on the bench in the corner. It was a young woman.
With just one glance, Yang Chen's gaze burned...
Under the dim light, long, shiny black hair cascaded from the sofa to the carpet. A white, figure-hugging dress hugged her graceful curves like soft waves.
As he moved slightly closer, Yang Chen could smell the alluring scent of jasmine and alcohol. The woman seemed quite drunk. A tall wine glass was tucked into one of her fair hands, while her body swayed and twisted on the sofa from time to time, her plump hips sculpting a seductive curve.
Yang Chen walked over, reached out and helped the woman up, then brushed aside her messy hair, revealing a beautiful face tinged with a drunken blush.
What surprised Yang Chen was that this woman was even more beautiful than the Rose he had just met. Whether it was her meticulously crafted features or the cool and alluring charm emanating from her drunken state, it was enough to make any man fall head over heels.
However, such a stunning appearance also made Yang Chen wonder. Could this woman be a nightclub hostess? If she wasn't a bar hostess, how could she be so drunk with that group of people, with such a passionate expression on her face? The woman seemed to be extremely drunk and confused. Without waiting for Yang Chen to think, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed her two delicate, red lips, as thin as flowers, against his.
However, due to her poor aim, the woman only kissed Yang Chen's cheek before sliding down again.
Yang Chen's blood boiled with excitement at the cold yet soft touch on his face. Seeing the watery expression between the beautiful woman's eyebrows and eyes, she looked so tempting that she was ready to be taken advantage of. He had originally planned to indulge her all night, so why would he care? He forcefully lifted up the soft, delicate body in his arms and kissed the woman's lips fiercely.
"Mmm..."
The woman moaned softly, as if resentful of Yang Chen's brutality, but also as excited in response to the passionate kiss...