Chapter 3 The hot girl

As soon as Yang Chen stepped into the small bar, he knew he was in the right place. The bar was lit with hazy and seductive lighting, and young men and women intertwined in pairs throughout the bar, flirting and embracing with wanton laughter.

After taking only a few steps, a heavily made-up woman wearing only a rose-colored bra and a short black leather skirt stumbled over, holding a glass of amber liquid. "Hey handsome, would you buy me a drink?" Her voice was so sweet that it made people feel nauseous.

Yang Chen, who was already feeling a bit heady from the alcohol he had not had in a long time, lightly pinched the protruding part of the woman's bra, causing her to tremble all over. "Hey, don't touch me there," she said, pouting. "If you damage it, how can you make it up to me?" Despite her complaints, she pressed herself even closer to him, wrapping her white arms around his neck.

Yang Chen smirked, but he wasn't interested in this kind of woman. With a light push, he pushed her away from him. "I'm not interested in a drunk woman looking for a quick fling like a mother pig in heat."

The woman, angered by being called a "mother pig," smashed her glass on the ground and marched off towards a group of people in the corner of the bar. Yang Chen suddenly felt a malicious thrill in his heart. He hadn't dealt with these kinds of people in a long time, and he felt like he could take advantage of the alcohol to let off some steam.

He walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka, which he quickly downed. A fiery heat began to churn inside him, and his eyes showed an unusual excitement.

The woman, adorned with fancy clothes, beckoned over seven or eight men, all of them strong and sturdy. As soon as Yang Chen finished his drink, they swarmed around him. The woman hugged the muscular arm of the bald man in front and pointed at Yang Chen, shouting, "Brother, this animal insulted me, help me beat him to death!"

The bald man looked at Yang Chen's thin figure with disdain and signaled for two of his lackeys to teach Yang Chen a lesson. The two thugs grinned and approached, not bothering to exchange any words with Yang Chen. Their fists, the size of sandbags, came smashing down.

Yang Chen did not even glance at them, his expression calm as if nothing was happening. He lifted his hands just in time, palms colliding with the thugs' fists...

"Ah-oh!!!"

The two thugs screamed in unison, falling to the ground, writhing in pain, clutching their arms.

This scene was sudden and bizarre, even for a bar where fights were common. People were curious and turned to look at Yang Chen.

The bald man frowned at the unexpected outcome and, eyeing Yang Chen skeptically, squatted down to examine his lackey's arm. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing the extent of the injury...

The small group of lackeys behind them cursed loudly upon seeing their comrades beaten. But before they could do anything, the bald man extended his arm to block them.

Without a word, the bald man stood up and bowed to Yang Chen. "Brother, we've offended you this time. If there's anything you need in the future, just let us know. See you later!"

With that, the bald man had his lackeys carry the two screaming and injured thugs out of the bar. The woman followed, still incredulous, and shouted outside the bar, demanding to know why she wasn't getting any satisfaction.

The bald man glared at her, then turned to his confused lackeys and said, "That man's two palms just broke the arms of our fifth and sixth brothers. Do you think you can beat him?"

A few people immediately lost their temper. The gentle palms that were just lightly pressed now displayed such strength. Who else could it be but a master? Without delay, they started praising the bald-headed man, saying that he had great foresight and planning.

The bald-headed man, however, paid no attention to their flattery, instead turning his head to look back at the bar, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen in the bar remained unaffected. Seeing the bald-headed man and his companions leave, he strolled over to the now-vacant corner to search for tonight's "prey."

Having just effortlessly defeated the bald-headed group, the men and women in the bar now feared Yang Chen. Occasionally, a few hot girls would flirt with him, but he ignored them and they eventually gave up.

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

With just one glance, Yang Chen's gaze became fiery...

Under the dim lights, the woman's black, lustrous long hair cascaded down from the sofa to the carpet. Her white, fitted dress hugged her exquisite curves, like gentle waves.

As Yang Chen drew closer, he caught a whiff of the enticing scent of jasmine mixed with alcohol. The woman seemed to be quite drunk, clutching a tall glass in her fair hand while occasionally twisting her body on the sofa, the plump, round buttocks outlining a seductive curve.

Yang Chen walked over and helped the woman up. He brushed aside her disheveled hair, revealing a delicate and drunkenly flushed face.

Yang Chen was surprised to find that this woman was even more beautiful than Rose he had just met. Her exquisitely chiseled features and her intoxicating allure, enhanced by her drunken state, were enough to ensnare any man.

However, Yang Chen couldn't help but wonder if a woman with such stunning beauty could be a prostitute in a nightclub. But if she wasn't a hostess, then how could she have gotten so drunk and displayed such passionate expressions with that group of people?

The woman seemed to be in a state of extreme confusion from the alcohol. Without waiting for Yang Chen to think too much, she grabbed his shirt collar and pressed her tender, petal-like lips onto his face.

But because she couldn't find her aim, the woman only managed to kiss Yang Chen's cheek before sliding down.

The sensation of her cold and soft touch on his face was enough to stimulate Yang Chen's blood, and seeing the woman's seductive expression with her watery eyes, he had already decided to indulge himself for the night. He lifted the boneless body in his arms and fiercely kissed her fragrant lips.

"Um..."

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