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The heavy metal music in the bar was deafening as men and women chatted and laughed at the same time at the tables. From time to time, bewitching women would pass through the bar and join the other dancers on the stage.

In an inconspicuous corner, a woman in sunglasses was holding a large glass of cold beer, scanning the brightly lit crowd. She was wearing a black tracksuit and a peaked cap.

She seemed to have waited for a long time. She anxiously looked at her watch, wondering why she hadn't arrived yet.

Her name was Shen Xia, and she was twenty-eight years old. He had only had one boyfriend in his 28 years of life, and it was an old woman. At her age, a child is bound to have a tight time at home, and she has lost interest in men since the last time she became lovelorn.

The reason she came here today was because her best friend introduced her to a new heir, Papa. Shen Xia decided to carry a child back to her parents without relying on her man.

It was almost ten o'clock. The man in the black suit with a blue rose in his left collar still hadn't arrived.

She moved her cap, and just as her lips touched the rim of the cup, several men in suits walked in. They were all black and wore sunglasses, making it difficult to recognize their appearance.

Shen Xia glanced at them, but there was no one with a blue rose in their left upper pocket. She lowered her head and took another sip of her cold beer.

"Yo, sister, you're being nice."

"Miss, are you free? Will you accompany me for a drink? " Suddenly, Shen Xia felt someone touch her arm, and a fat hand grabbed her elbow.

Shen Xia immediately raised her head and looked at the hoodlums in front of her. Each of them had a head full of colorful chicken hair, and their behavior was quite unruly. As one of them spoke, his hands kept moving up and down Shen Xia's elbows.

Shen Xia was about 1.68 meters tall, even though she was wearing sneakers today. However, that tight black vest, those black sweatpants made her curves look nice, with a sense of beauty. Her curly, wine-colored hair, reaching her waist, looked very lovely in the light.

Her face, which was the size of a palm, was covered by black sunglasses, making it hard to see her expression. In fact, she was already angry.

Shen Xia's movements were extremely quick as she grabbed the frivolous hoodlum with one hand. With a "kacha" sound, the hoodlum cried out, "Ah!" My hand! "

Shen Xia flung her hand and the hoodlum stumbled to the side. Luckily, he had the help of his companion to keep him from falling.

"Yo, I can't tell. Not bad, I like it!" The crown-headed man wearing a leopard tattoo sneered and clenched his fists. He wanted to take care of this little chili personally.

Shen Xia grabbed Chicken Crown and pushed him forward as soon as he raised his hand. The chicken head couldn't hold on any longer and directly fell onto the table behind him. The wine bottle on the table fell with a 'ping' sound, scaring all the customers who were drinking away away.

"Trash!" Shen Xia said coldly and sat back on her sofa. She took another sip of her cold beer and glared at the hoodlums. "Get lost now!"

The hoodlum mumbled a few words, then dejectedly walked away. However, Shen Xia didn't notice the hoodlums at the corner, and revealed a proud expression in her eyes.

After drinking a few cups of wine, Shen Xia wanted to go to the washroom. Just as she washed her face and walked out, those hoodlums from before stopped her once again.