Chapter 3

After walking into this small bar for not long, Yang Chen realized he had come to the right place.

Inside the small bar, the lighting was ambiguous and dreamlike, like a mist. At the bar, in the corners, and even in the center of the hall, young couples were hugging and embracing, their flirtatious laughter echoing continuously.

Yang Chen hadn't taken a few steps when a woman, heavily made up and wearing only a rose-colored bra on top and a short black leather skirt on the bottom, approached him, holding a glass of amber-colored liquor, stumbling.

"Handsome, would you buy me a drink?" The woman's voice was extremely sweet, enough to make one's skin crawl.

Because he had been drinking for a long time, Yang Chen, whose head was already a bit hot, casually pinched the protruding part of the woman's bra. The woman instantly shuddered all over and giggled, "Oh, you naughty boy, pinching me right away. What will you do if you pinch me too hard..." While scolding him, she moved even closer, her white arms already around Yang Chen's neck.

Yang Chen's lips curled into a wicked smile. He wasn't particularly interested in such women. He casually pushed the woman away, "I have no interest in drunk sows."

Seemingly still somewhat sober, the woman, upon being called a "sow," immediately became furious and threw her glass to the ground, "You little punk, you're asking for it! Just wait!" She then stormed off toward a group of people in the corner of the bar.

Yang Chen suddenly felt a malicious sense of pleasure. He hadn't been to such a place and dealt with these people in a long time, and today he could vent his frustrations with the help of alcohol.

After ordering a vodka at the bar, Yang Chen drank it in one gulp. A fiery heat surged through his body, and his eyes gleamed with unusual excitement.

The woman, who had gathered seven or eight muscular men, each with a robust and strong physique, approached as soon as Yang Chen finished his drink.

The woman hugged the thick arm of the leading bald man and pointed at Yang Chen, shouting, "Brother! This beast insulted me, beat him up for me!"

The bald man, seeing Yang Chen's slender build, looked at him with disdain and signaled two of his subordinates to teach Yang Chen a lesson.

The two men approached with sinister grins, not bothering to talk much, and swung their large fists at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen didn't even look much, his expression calm as if nothing had happened. He simply raised his hands at the right moment, and his palms met the fists of the two men...

"Ah!!"

The two men screamed in pain, falling to the ground and rolling, clutching their arms.

This scene in the bar was bizarre and sudden. Although fights were common in this small bar, no one had ever seen the bald man's group lose. Many people couldn't help but look curiously at Yang Chen.

The bald man, seeing the unexpected turn of events, frowned and looked at Yang Chen with a puzzled expression. He then squatted down and examined one of his subordinates' arms. After a glance, cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead...

The subordinates, seeing their comrades beaten, started to curse, but before they could attack, the bald man extended his arm to stop them.

Without further ado, the bald man stood up and bowed to Yang Chen, "Brother, you are magnanimous. My brothers and I have offended you this time. If you need anything in the future, just let us know. Until we meet again!"

With that, the bald man had his subordinates carry the two men, who were groaning in pain, out of the bar.

The woman was even more incredulous, still shouting outside the bar about why she wasn't avenged.

The bald man glared at the woman and said to his equally puzzled subordinates, "That man just broke Old Five and Old Six's arms with two palm strikes. Do you think you can beat him?"

The subordinates immediately lost their temper. Such a light touch with two palms could have such power; he must be an expert. They immediately started flattering the bald man, praising his foresight.

The bald man, however, ignored their flattery and looked back at the bar with a thoughtful expression, not sure what he was thinking.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen in the bar was unaffected. Seeing the bald man and his group leave, he walked over to the empty corner to search for his evening "prey."

Because Yang Chen had just easily defeated the bald man and his group, the men and women in the bar were afraid of him. Occasionally, a few hot girls would flirt with Yang Chen, but he ignored them, and they gave up on seducing him.

Just as Yang Chen was about to sit down on the sofa, he suddenly noticed that someone was lying on the long seat in the corner, a young woman.

With just one glance, Yang Chen's eyes became intensely hot...

In the dim light, her long, black, soft hair cascaded from the sofa to the carpet. A white, tight dress hugged her graceful curves, like gentle waves.

As he moved closer, Yang Chen caught a whiff of a mixture of jasmine and alcohol, a seductive scent.

The woman seemed to be quite drunk, holding a wine glass in her pale hand, her body occasionally writhing on the sofa, her plump, firm buttocks outlining a seductive curve.

Yang Chen walked up, lifted the woman, and brushed the disheveled hair from her forehead, revealing a beautiful face flushed with alcohol.

To Yang Chen's surprise, this woman was even more beautiful than the rose he had just met. Whether it was her finely chiseled features or the cold and alluring aura she exuded from being drunk, she was enough to make any man fall into a deep trance.

However, such beauty also made Yang Chen wonder. Was this woman a hostess in the nightclub? But if she wasn't a hostess, why was she so drunk with that group of people, and why did she have such a passionate expression on her face?

The woman seemed to be extremely drunk. Without waiting for Yang Chen to think much, she grabbed his shirt collar and pressed her thin, tender lips against his.

But because she couldn't find the right spot, she only kissed his cheek and then slid down.

The cold, soft touch on his face made Yang Chen's blood boil. Seeing the watery, seductive expression of the beautiful woman before him, he decided to let go for the night and didn't care about anything else. He forcefully lifted the soft, boneless body in his arms and kissed her fiercely.

"Mmm..."

The woman let out a low moan, seemingly both resentful of Yang Chen's brutality and excited by the entanglement of their tongues...