After confirming Jiang Xiaoying would be working at the Return Ho Bar tonight, Wang Feng sneered, "There are roads to heaven that you don’t take, and you insist on breaking into a gate-less Hell! What kind of place is Return Ho? It’s my brother’s turf!"
Actually, Wang Feng’s background isn’t complicated, just a typical nouveau riche. Originally, he didn’t live in Xuandu City, but later, with blind luck, he hit the jackpot at the casino and started a loan shark business. Plus, his older brother is the big brother of the Qinglong Sect in Xuandu City, so the business ran smoothly with few daring to offend Wang Feng.
Actually, Wang Feng was just lucky before, because the Qinglong Sect’s jurisdiction has always been on the outskirts of Xuandu City, unable to touch the core circles, naturally not offending the big nas.
The Qinglong Sect is actually just a small to dium-sized faction, not even in the mid-tier within Xuandu City. Relying on protection fees, acting as thugs for shady businesses to keep up appearances, compared to the Muyun Society and Gu Yelin’s Dark Organization, it’s like ants.
However, to Wang Feng, the Qinglong Sect is like the Heavenly King, not to be provoked by anyone.
At eleven o’clock at night, Wang Feng arrived at the Return Ho Bar with his crew right on ti. At this ti, Xuandu City’s nightlife had just begun. Although Return Ho Bar’s business was not booming, there were still many people coming and going.
Inside the bar, dazzling neon lights and the sll of smoke filled the air, the stage had scantily clad dancers and shirtless n performing passionate, close dances. The deafening music drowned out the screams and cheers, making everyone feel excited.
A place like this is where urban n and won love to unleash. Here, they can let go of their dayti masks and pretenses, fully releasing themselves.
Jiang Xiaoying disliked this kind of place very much, absolutely disliked it. But she had no choice; as a workaholic, she liked high-paying jobs the most. Though chaotic, the bar paid generously, and sotis she could get a tip from friendly custors.
Of course, Jiang Xiaoying often encountered unruly guests who liked to be handsy. But the head waiter was nice, taking care of them, these student workers. So far, despite unexpected situations, nothing bad had happened.
Jiang Xiaoying racked her brain but couldn’t imagine that greasy-faced man found his way here!
"Damn girl, finally found you!" Wang Feng stord in with a group of people, his right eye covered in thick gauze, pale-faced but unable to hide his repulsive aura.
Jiang Xiaoying stared at Wang Feng, not reacting for a while. She thought of everyone she’d recently t, but still failed to recall knowing this one-eyed man.
"Who are you...?" It’s not Jiang Xiaoying’s fault for the poor mory; she only rembers beautiful people and things, why would anyone rember a greasy pig?
Wang Feng was infuriated by Jiang Xiaoying’s words, thinking this damn girl was pretending not to rember him, insulting him.
"Hmph! Weren’t you so capable three days ago? Now acting all dumb?!"
"Three days ago?" Jiang Xiaoying paused, suddenly slapped her forehead, realizing, "Oh! Weren’t you that Zhu Ba... uh..."
Just as she was about to say Zhu Bajie, Jiang Xiaoying reached out and covered her mouth. Don’t point out people’s shortcomings!
"What did you call ?!" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows, Zhu Ba? Zhu Ba what? Zhu Bajie?! "Damn girl! Tired of living, huh? What are you all waiting for? Grab her for !"
With his command, several of his followers rushed over to Jiang Xiaoying.
Jiang Xiaoying noticed the situation on-site, a sense of trouble flashed in her mind. Seeing the group of hooligans charging at her, she made a quick decision, "Of the thirty-six strategies, the best is to flee!"
She threw the tray with three cocktails at the group of hooligans, and as they were disoriented, she slickly took off running.
However, although Jiang Xiaoying was smart, small arms can’t overco big legs. Wang Feng, relying on his greater numbers, with them being n, and the bar being too crowded, within a couple of steps, Jiang Xiaoying was pinned to the ground by two hooligans.
"Let go! What do you want?!" Jiang Xiaoying’s right cheek burned with pain, silently cursing those two hooligans, "Why can’t you grab properly? Must you press her face into the ground? Do you have any professional ethics?!"
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