Chapter 12
Wu Xiaojiu, subway, old man, mobile phone.
His whole face was scrunched up, looking at Su Zhishi in disbelief.
But the moment he saw her expression, the last hint of playfulness in Wu Xiaojiu’s heart vanished instantly.
Su Zhishi’s hands were tightly clenched, her whole body trembling. She stared at the burly man in front of her, as if she had lost all her strength and ability, focusing only on gasping for breath, unable to utter a single word.
“What’s wrong, Miss Su? Haven’t seen you in over half a year and now you can’t even speak?”
The burly man grinned as he walked forward, reaching out, trying to pull Wu Xiaojiu over.
But just before he could act, a crisp sound was heard.
“Smack!”
A sharp slap echoed. The big man staggered, his fleshy face twisting as he opened his mouth, ready to curse.
But not a word escaped him. Before any sound came out, Bo Suihan landed a kick, sending him flying back.
Bang!
The burly man crashed to the ground.
His flesh stacked in layers, quivering from the impact.
“How dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?”
With all that padding, the man had clearly only suffered some superficial wounds.
He clutched his head, struggling to stand, face full of rage as he pointed at Bo Suihan, turning to shout at his gang: “All of you, get over here! This kid dared hit me. I’ll show him what’s what!”
With a single shout, chaos erupted as if thousands of troops had arrived.
The bar instantly descended into mayhem, tables and chairs flying. A group of burly men, covered in dragon and tiger tattoos and wielding sticks, surged toward the three like a tide.
However, as soon as their eyes fell on Su Zhishi’s stunning face under the lights, their previous viciousness melted away, replaced by lecherous greed.
“Hey, isn’t this Miss Su? Long time no see!” The leader of the gangsters leered, his gaze shifting between Su Zhishi, Wu Xiaojiu, and Bo Suihan, as if he already considered them his prey.
“What’s this? You haven’t set foot in our bar for over ten years, not since that incident.”
“What brings you here tonight? Remembering the taste from all those years ago and came back for a revisit?”
Seeing Su Zhishi’s current state, Wu Xiaojiu’s face darkened as he stepped forward to shield her behind him.
“Shut up. Miss Su has important business here-especially this time.”
As he spoke, he patted Bo Suihan on the shoulder.
“He’s the new bodyguard the Su Family hired. He doesn’t know how to hold back. You’d better think twice before making a move.”
His words not only failed to intimidate the thugs but drew mocking laughter and even filthier insults.
“Oh, so the young lady’s offering her body again this time? Your Second Uncle short on people lately?”
“Tsk, she holds the title of the Su Family’s young lady for nothing. In the end, it’s all empty-and she gets played by us for free. Your Second Uncle really isn’t much-every time he wants something, he sends you.”
“Enough about Su Beizhi. That guy’s going to inherit the Su Family’s fortune one day. If she, just a girl, can contribute to the richest family, it’s her good fortune.”
Every word of this fell clearly on the ears of the three.
Wu Xiaojiu shuddered.
Deals like this were, in fact, quite common.
For these thugs, lacking both status and money, women and pleasure were the most direct forms of bribery.
Especially in places like this, filled with vice.
Most families used illegitimate sons and daughters from outside for such things. First, to tie their subordinates closer to them; second, because no one was crazy enough to use their legitimate heirs for this kind of business.
But the Su Family seemed to be the exception.
Wu Xiaojiu’s face darkened.
He understood how much determination Su Zhishi must have summoned to try to save her grandfather’s life.
At the same time, he felt a sense of kinship with Su Zhishi-they were both sacrificing themselves for their families and elders.
“Bo Suihan, what are you standing there for!”
Wu Xiaojiu was already grinding his teeth in hatred, especially when he heard the faint sound of sobbing behind him.
Bo Suihan looked at him in surprise, then turned and grabbed an ashtray from the nearby table.
“Just so you know, I’m telling you in advance: I don’t hold back. I might just beat them all to death.”
He wasn’t joking-Bo Suihan was a man of his word.
And what those men had said had already sparked a quiet fury in him.
He’d been raised from a young age by nine female masters, trained since he was just a child.
Naturally, he couldn’t stand to hear such filth from these men.
The ashtray felt heavy in his hand, and he sensed the killing intent in the air.
Wu Xiaojiu lowered his head and responded softly, “If you kill them, so be it. Scum like them don’t deserve to live!”
“At worst, I’ll sell everything I own-hell, even my underwear-and pull every string I can to get you out of prison!”
With that, a buzzing sound filled the air.
Amidst the pulsing DJ music and neon lights, the sound of tables and chairs crashing rang out.
…
The back of the bar was a noisy chaos, men and women mingling and weaving through the crowd.
Glasses clinked, and ice cubes rattled with a crisp sound.
In the most exclusive private room on the second floor-
Qi Jiao sat lazily on the sofa, scrutinizing the boy before him with a critical gaze. The boy kept his head down, clutching the hem of his maid costume, his body trembling with fear.
“This is your best offering? Looks really… well, there are no words.”
Qi Jiao’s displeasure was obvious. The middle-aged man beside him hurriedly shoved the boy aside and stepped forward with a smile.
“Not satisfied, Young Master Qi? No problem, we can switch. If you’re still not happy, we’ll bring someone in from another bar. Whatever it takes, we’ll make sure you’re satisfied tonight!”
With that, he dragged the boy-who had fallen to the ground-out the door like a sack of potatoes.
Having thrown the boy out, the boss stood at the doorway, troubled-he couldn’t think of anyone who could satisfy Qi Jiao.
He paced at the stairwell, clicking his tongue in frustration.
The world is full of coincidences.
Just then, the trio who had just finished fighting their way in slipped in stealthily.
Wu Xiaojiu stood under the neon lights, craning his neck around doggedly, looking this way and that. At that very moment, his eyes met the boss’s.
Seeing Wu Xiaojiu’s face, a glint flashed in the boss’s eyes…