In the ink-spattered darkness, sporadic lights twinkled like stars.

Dihao, the most substantial bar on the Huangxing Pedestrian Street of Changzhu City.

The bartender behind the counter focused on shaking his mixed drinks, seemingly indifferent to his surroundings. With an air of detachment, he churned out drinks to cater the customers' growing demands. All the while, he watched the patrons squandering their youth, nescient of their drunken dance with the machine.

The pulsating lights, cloaked in an ambiguous pink hue, bathed the hazy faces of the crowd.

The faces radiated excitement, bewilderment, sorrow, and entrenched displeasure.

A bar counter, a bottle of booze, a keychain with a BMW car key.

The man sitting in the corner untouched by the spotlight, Ye Yang, took this all in.

He enjoyed sitting here undisturbed, slowly sipping his drink, and leading on ladies until closing time.

"Hey handsome, can I sit here?" Suddenly, a soft voice asked. The voice was playfully suggestive in nature.

Before he even saw the speaker, Ye Yang caught a whiff of strong alcohol mingled with a faint fresh scent.

Ye Yang looked up, his deep-set eyes lighting up.

Flowing locks of golden waves cascaded down her shoulders, strands disheveled yet provocatively enchanting. Her thick lashes, mesmerizing gaze, and plump sexy lips added to her enticing face. Every moment a myriad of emotions emanated from her. Dressed in a pinkish-purple Jules cropped shoulder jacket that failed to conceal a not-so-subtle busty figure, further accentuating her extraordinary curves. This combined with a soft yellow velvet knee-length skirt and a pair of black ROSE thigh-high boots, made her a captivating woman.

Ye Yang's gaze swiftly scanned the gorgeous woman from top to bottom, lingering a fraction of a second longer on her stunning chest.

Tsk, tsk...

"Hello, beautiful!"

"Feel free to sit, make yourself comfortable."

"Hehe!" Zhang Yao giggled, "Handsome, drinking alone here?"

Ye Yang's eyes accidentally swept across Zhang Yao's chest again, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile as he said, "Aren't I in the company of a beauty?"

A crafty glint passed through Zhang Yao's delicate eyes as she raised her glass, "I like your sense of humor."

Ye Yang also raised his glass, "And I am fond of your beauty."

Zhang Yao giggled profusely, the young man before her was more interesting than she had first thought.

Zhang Yao drank her glass down in one gulp, a rosy blush instantly appearing on her beautiful face.

Ye Yang glanced at Zhang Yao's now empty glass, casually remarking, "Drinking with a pretty woman truly has its own charm."

Zhang Yao smirked like a satisfied little fox, "Do you want to buy me a drink?"

"It would be my honor!"

"Beautiful lady, what would you like to drink?"

Zhang Yao lazily lifted her head, saying, "I only drink cocktails. Let's start with ten."

"Ten?" Ye Yang questioned if he heard right.

"What? Handsome, can't handle that much?" Zhang Yao giggled.

Ye Yang scratched his nose, replying, "How could that be? It's just ten!"

Ye Yang snapped his fingers.

The waiter standing by felt his legs quivering. He wished he had neither seen nor heard Ye Yang's snap.

"Brother Yang!" The waiter somehow mustered a smile through his distressed face. Well, who could refuse Yang since he's the supervisor of the Emperor Hao Bar?

"Let's start with ten cocktails."

"Alright!" The waiter's legs shook involuntarily. He didn't look forward to going grab the drinks. If Sister Yan found out that Brother Yang was wooing a girl, would she smash a bottle on his head like she did to little Kai last time?

Surprisingly, Zhang Yao had a good alcohol tolerance. She finished three cocktails consecutively, and her rosy cheeks merely deepened a smidge.

Ye Yang lifted his glass, his lips curled into a faint smile as he complimented, “Impressive liquor tolerance, beautiful lady!”

Suddenly, Ye Yang's eyebrows slightly furrowed. Through the refraction of his glass, he spotted two burly figures and a sleazy middle-aged man heading their way.

"Fascinating!" With a barely noticeable smirk, Ye Yang finished his drink in one gulp.

"Sweetie, you sure were fast!" Chen Sanye slithered out of the shady, dim corner like a venomous snake.

Behind Chen Sanye stood two brawny, menacing men.

Zhang Yao blinked, then lazily stretched, “Oh, it's you. Where's Junior Master Lei?”

Chen Sanye's gaze was instantly attracted to Zhang Yao's voluptuous chest.

Thinking back to what Junior Master Lei had earlier insinuated, Chen Sanye's mind was running wild.

Suddenly, Chen Sanye shivered. The Second Master Lei was bustled because he had improper thoughts about this mature and sexy, enchanting woman in Yingye Bar, and she ended up kicking him hard in his privates.

The flame of depravity that had begun to kindle in Chen Sanye's core was instantly doused by a bucket of cold water.

"Junior Master Lei is waiting for you, are you going by yourself, or shall I have my brothers send you?" Chen Sanye said and signaled his two brawny men behind to spring into action.