066 I definitely can't afford to provoke that ancestor.

In a secluded booth at Huiye Bar.

Zhang Shasha wore a leopard-print camisole, her shoulder-length, icy blue highlighted wavy hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Her thick, curled false eyelashes cast large shadows beneath her eyes, giving her wide gaze a bewitching allure.

As she reapplied vibrant red lipstick while looking into the compact mirror, the bold hue added an extra layer of sultry seduction to her makeup.

Under the constantly flickering rainbow lights, the woman looked like an enchanting demon straight out of a ghost story, blending perfectly with the bar's decadent ambiance.

Truly a place of misfits and tricksters, each showcasing their unique skills.

"Sister Shasha, everyone's in position. Just wait for the show to begin," Zhao Lei hobbled over.

Zhang Shasha's gaze shifted as she spotted two young individuals walking in. Though they had tried their best to dress more maturely, her seasoned nightclub eyes immediately recognized them as underage.