C9 Courting death

At the other side of the bar.

Leader Sister Ding shouted, "An Nan, special features of No. 6 box."

"Alright." Ye Anan took the alcohol from Sister Ding's hands and carried it upstairs.

Outside the sixth room, Ye Anan knocked on the door and entered.

"Sir, your... "Ahh!" The wine on the tray fell.

The moment she stepped in, before she could clearly see the situation inside, she was dragged into a drunken embrace and sat on her lap.

"Let me go."

A pair of big greasy hands wandered around her body, "Ye Xiaojie, let's dance a little."

The man's breath was murky and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Ye Anan frowned and subconsciously reached for his waist …

She struggled and shouted, "Sir, I'm just a waiter here. I don't dance with alcohol."

Laughter rose and fell from the room.

"How noble, how many women can come here are clean? Didn't you also crawl onto Chi Yichen's bed? He even managed to climb all over the city. "I can guarantee that I'll be able to make you feel like dying in bed. I'll be thousands of times stronger than him!" The man teased as he reached out his hand to touch Ye Anan's chest.

Ye Anan was still struggling, she spat at the hand, "Pui!"

She sneered, "Since you know I'm his woman, then you should scram!"

"Who is he?" I want a woman, do I need his permission? "However, for you to be able to get into his bed, you must be coquettish and cheap. Your martial arts are amazing …" The man's big, nauseous hands slid under the hem of her overalls.

Ye Anan's expression tensed, anger rushing to her head, without thinking, she slapped her face.

"Pa!" A loud sound was heard, and the entire room fell silent.

"You are f * cking courting death." The man widened his eyes that were filled with drunkenness as he flew into a rage.

Ye Anan took the opportunity to leave the Demon Claw, and ran out without thinking. As soon as her hand touched the doorknob, she was pulled back by the hair.

Slap! Slap! Slap! The slap landed on Ye Anan's face, causing stars to flash before her eyes.

"Motherf * cker, you dare to hit this young master?! Today, not to mention that bastard Chi Yichen, even God Emperor wouldn't be able to save you!" The man said as he swung his palm again. His strength was so great that he directly threw Ye Anan onto a few small steps in the room.

His forehead hit several corners, and in an instant, he was bleeding profusely.

Under the five-colored light, when the blood brushed past his eyes, Ye Anan's vision had already turned into a blurry red.

The figure in front of her wavered. She couldn't tell who was who, and her ears buzzed.

A pair of disgusting hands directly covered the ample bosom of her shirt, and with a pinch, the obscene laughter filled the air, causing the clothes to rustle, and her chest to suddenly feel cool.

"Today, I shall kill you and see what Chi Yichen can do to me!"

Ye Anan felt as if she had returned to the days in prison. Her ice-cold phoenix eyes were filled with might, and her eyes burned with an absolutely ruthless fury.

Her blurry vision landed on the beer bottle. Without thinking, she grabbed it and threw it.

A stream of hot, fishy liquid sprayed onto her face, and furious screams rang out one after another.

"Damn it, you bitch, you're courting death! "Hit him hard."

The man in the same room immediately rushed forward and pressed Ye Anan to the ground. He tore off his clothes from his body using brute force and rained punches and kicks all over his smooth skin.

The man who was hit held a half broken bottle of wine and stepped on it in Ye Anan's hands, crushing it mercilessly.

"If you dare to smash this young master, you will have to pay the price." With that, he raised the bottle of wine with a ferocious expression. From where he broke open the bottle, he ruthlessly stabbed at Ye Anan's exposed back.

The lights in the room suddenly turned on, and a sturdy lobby appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the bottle with one hand.