Chapter 45: The Fate of the Virgin Ghost

"Boys, get them! Knock out all the men, and strip all the women except for the Third Gang Leader's chick. Tonight, we have a good time." Mole ordered coldly, with a vicious gleam in his eyes.

"Got it." The underlings around Mole laughed unscrupulously, each swinging their weapons as they charged forward.

"Better to shatter like jade than be whole like tile. Let's show these bastards what we've got." Qiu Wen growled as she rushed forward, wielding two machetes that brought forth streaks of blood.

The bouncers at the Gray Wolf Bar were no pushovers either, becoming as fierce as tigers under Qiu Wen's lead.

The fight was on the verge of breaking out, with fighters from both sides clashing, shouts of killing echoing, and blood flying.

"Kill them, beat these sons of bitches to death."

"Cut them down, slash these bastards to pieces."

The crowd engaged in the brawl roared low, a violent atmosphere surging around.