Not long after entering the small bar, Yang Cheng knew that he had come to the right place.
The small bar was filled with ambiguous and dreamy lights. On the bar counter, in the corner, and even in the middle of the hall, there were pairs of young men and women with their arms around each other's shoulders, hugging each other, and unrestrained laughter came one after another.
Yang Cheng had only taken a few steps when a woman with heavy makeup, wearing only a rose-colored bra, and a super short black leather skirt stumbled up to him with a glass of amber liquor in her hand.
"Handsome, can you buy me a drink?" The woman's voice was very coquettish, enough to make people feel numb.
Because he had not touched alcohol for a long time, Yang Cheng, who was already a little hot-headed, casually pinched the front bump of the woman's bra. The woman instantly trembled and giggled, "You're so annoying, handsome. Pinching me here as soon as you see me. How are you going to compensate me if you break it …" While complaining, she got closer to Yang Cheng, and a pair of white arms had already hooked around Yang Cheng's neck.
Yang Cheng's mouth curved into an evil smile. He did not have much interest in such a woman. It seemed to be light. Yang Cheng pushed the woman away from him, "I'm not interested in a sow who only wants to mate when she's drunk and in heat."
It seemed that her mind was still somewhat sober. When the woman heard being called "sow", her blood suddenly rose, and she fiercely threw the glass on the ground, "Brat, you're tired of living! Just you wait! "After that, she angrily walked toward a group of people in the corner of the bar.
Yang Cheng's heart suddenly had some malicious pleasure. He had not come to this kind of place to deal with these people for a long time. Today, it seemed that he could use the alcohol to vent.
After walking to the bar counter and asking for a glass of vodka, Yang Cheng drank it in one gulp. A hot stream of hot air began to roll in his body, and a strange excitement appeared in Yang Cheng's eyes.
The gorgeously dressed woman called over seven to eight men out of nowhere. Each of them had a strong physique, and when Yang Chen finished his glass of wine, they surrounded him.
The woman hugged the thick arm of the bald man in front of her, pointed at Yang Cheng, and screamed, "Brother! It's this bastard who insulted me. Help me beat him to death! "
When the big man saw Yang Cheng's thin body, he revealed a somewhat disdainful look. He signaled his two subordinates to teach Yang Cheng a lesson.
The two men grinned and stepped forward. They didn't intend to talk nonsense with Yang Cheng. Their fists, which were as big as sandbags, smashed forward.
Yang Cheng didn't even look at them. His expression was calm as if nothing had happened. He just raised his hands at the right time, and his palms collided with the fists of the two burly men …
"Ahhh!!!"
The two men screamed at the same time and fell to the ground. They grabbed their arms and rolled on the ground.
This scene happened in the bar, which was strange and sudden. Although fights often happened in this small bar, they had never seen Baldy's group suffer a loss. Many people couldn't help but look curiously at Yang Cheng.
Baldy saw that things were unexpected and couldn't help but frown. He looked suspiciously at Yang Cheng, who had a calm expression. He squatted down and lifted the arm of one of his men to examine it. It was fine if he didn't look, but after looking, Baldy's forehead immediately dripped with cold sweat …
The few subordinates behind him saw that their own people were beaten and began to curse. But before they could step forward, they were blocked by Baldy's outstretched arm.
Not allowing for any explanation, Baldy stood up and bowed to Yang Cheng. "Big Brother is magnanimous. This time, we brothers have offended you. If Big Brother needs anything in the future, don't hesitate to call us. We'll meet again!"
After saying that, Baldy let a few of his baffled brothers carry the two men who were screaming in pain on the ground and walked out of the bar.
The woman felt that it was inconceivable. She walked all the way out of the bar and continued to shout, "Why didn't he help her vent her anger?"
The baldy glared at the woman with his tiger-like eyes and said to his equally confused lackeys, "That man broke the arms of Fifth and Sixth with his two palms just now. Do you think you can beat him …?"
The few of them suddenly lost their temper. Those two palms were so light, yet they had such strength. If that wasn't an expert, then what was it? Immediately, a few of them began to flatter Baldy, saying that the boss had great foresight and so on.
Baldy didn't care about their flattery. Instead, he looked back at the bar thoughtfully. No one knew what he was thinking.
At the same time, Yang Cheng, who was in the bar, wasn't affected. After seeing Baldy and the others leave, the corner of the bar became empty. He slowly walked over, planning to search for tonight's "prey."
Because Yang Cheng easily defeated Baldy and his men, the men and women in the bar were afraid of him. Occasionally, a few hot girls would try to flirt with Yang Cheng, but they were ignored, so they could only give up on seducing him.
Just as Yang Cheng was about to sit on the sofa, he suddenly found that there was someone lying on the bench in the corner. It was a young woman.
With just one glance, Yang Cheng's eyes became hot …
Under the dim light, her silky black hair fell from the sofa to the carpet. She wore a tight white dress that wrapped around her graceful curves, like a gentle wave.
After getting a little closer, Yang Cheng smelled a tempting body fragrance mixed with jasmine and alcohol.
The woman seemed to be a little drunk. One of her white hands was holding a goblet. Her body was lying on the sofa, twisting a few times from time to time. Her plump butt outlined a charming curve.
Yang Cheng walked forward and reached out to help the woman up. He pushed aside the messy hair in front of the woman's forehead, revealing a charming face filled with drunkenness.
What made Yang Chen flabbergasted was that this woman's appearance was even prettier than the Rose he met earlier. No matter if it was her exquisitely sculpted appearance, or the coldness and coquettishness she exuded after getting drunk, it was enough to make any man fall for her.
However, such an alluring beauty caused Yang Chen to be puzzled. Could a woman like this be a prostitute from a nightclub? But if she wasn't a prostitute, how could she be drunk with that group of people and have a face full of lust?
The woman seemed to be drunk to the extreme. Without waiting for Yang Cheng to think, she grabbed Yang Cheng's shirt collar and two thin and delicate red lips that were like flowers kissed him.
But because she couldn't find the right direction, the woman only kissed Yang Cheng's cheek before sliding down again.
Yang Chen was stimulated by the ice-cold yet soft touch on his face, causing his blood to boil. Looking at the beautiful lady in front of him with a watery expression, with an alluring look that seemed like he was waiting to be plucked, he originally planned to let her have her way for one night, why would he care so much? He hugged the soft and delicate body in his arms and kissed the woman's fragrant lips fiercely.
"Mmm …"
The woman let out a low moan. It seemed that she was resentful for Yang Cheng's barbarism, but it also seemed that she was excited for the lingering between their tongues …