Chapter 0066: Encountering Liu Zifeng Again

Under the dim lights, a beautiful bartender dressed in alluring attire swayed gently, blending drinks with exquisite elegance. The rapid flicker of neon lights drew in one restless soul after another, desperate for comfort. The air was thick with the mingled scents of smoke, alcohol, and perfumes layered atop one another.

Thunderous music shook the room, and young men and women twisted wildly on the dance floor. On stage, several young and seductive women flaunted their curves, teasing the senses of the crowd.

Upon entering the bar, Zhang Xiaofan was immediately swept up by the atmosphere, but Chen Yuanyuan frowned, thinking to herself that such places were simply playgrounds for degenerate men.

“Let’s sit over there,” Zhang Xiaofan said, pulling Chen Yuanyuan toward a nearby table meant for four.

Chen Yuanyuan smiled and followed him, nestled sweetly at his side.

“Waiter, two whiskey cocktails, please,” Zhang Xiaofan requested as they sat down. He handed over some bills, preferring cocktails mixed with mint leaves, a personal favorite.

The waiter nodded, took the money, and left with a smile.

“Darling,” Zhang Xiaofan chuckled, sliding close to Chen Yuanyuan and wrapping his arm around her. He leaned in, exhaling softly against her ear.

Chen Yuanyuan felt a rush of nervousness but maintained a natural smile, knowing he would seize any opportunity for intimacy, regardless of how dignified his words sounded.

“The leader of this lot is on the second floor to the left. Don’t look—act natural,” Zhang Xiaofan whispered, his lips brushing her cheek. “Soon, I’ll pretend to be drunk and make my move on him. You keep yourself safe.”

His keen senses had already detected Leng Lishang emerging from the crowd—perfect, less trouble to deal with.

Chen Yuanyuan smiled, slipped her arm around Zhang Xiaofan, and pressed her lips to his cheek. She noticed the waiter approaching with drinks, which Zhang Xiaofan, facing away, couldn’t see. Her gesture was a natural way to prevent the waiter from overhearing their conversation.

“Sir, your drinks,” the waiter said politely, placing the cocktails on the table. He lingered, stealing a glance at Chen Yuanyuan—she was stunning.

“What are you staring at? Get lost,” Zhang Xiaofan snapped, playing the part of a privileged young man. It was normal to berate the staff here; after all, people came to drink and have fun, and being too quiet was suspicious.

Nearby, men hollered at the dancers performing a striptease on stage.

The young waiter quickly lowered his head and scampered off, knowing better than to offend a patron—otherwise, his pay would be docked.

Zhang Xiaofan dropped his angry facade and lifted his cocktail. Though called a cup, it was nearly half a liter. He drained a third in one gulp, savoring the taste.

Chen Yuanyuan watched with curiosity—was the drink really that enjoyable? She had been raised traditionally and had never tried cocktails, nor even the classic white liquor of China.

She remembered her grandfather drinking happily; now seemed the perfect chance to see if it was truly as delicious as it looked.

With that, Chen Yuanyuan picked up her glass and took a cautious sip. The burning sensation in her throat was like fire, making her face flush adorably.

Zhang Xiaofan laughed. “You need to drink it in one go, take a big gulp and feel the rush.”

“I don’t want to—it tastes awful,” Chen Yuanyuan refused.

“Haha, you’re right. Women are better off not drinking,” Zhang Xiaofan said, taking another large gulp as he held her close. He had to admit, the drinks here were authentic.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaofan noticed Leng Lishang entering a room, accompanied by two exceptionally beautiful women. Their intent was clear.

This was ideal—when people were caught up in excitement, their guard dropped. The perfect moment for action.

“Well, well, this little beauty’s not bad,” a drunken voice called out as Zhang Xiaofan was planning his next move. Turning, he saw Liu Zifeng.

Even after his father’s death, he still had the nerve to come enjoy himself at a bar?

Zhang Xiaofan had altered his appearance; Liu Zifeng couldn’t recognize him. Those greedy eyes were locked on Chen Yuanyuan. “Sweetheart, spend the night with me—name your price.”

“Darling... I’m so scared,” Chen Yuanyuan whimpered, her acting truly exceptional as she nestled into Zhang Xiaofan’s arms in feigned terror.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid—he’s just a dog,” Zhang Xiaofan patted her back, completely dismissing Liu Zifeng.

“What did you say?” Liu Zifeng, fueled by alcohol and anger, retorted. After his father’s death, he had inherited the business, and like a prince taking the throne, he was riding high.

“I said you’re a dog. Can’t a dog understand human speech?” Zhang Xiaofan sat there, looking at Liu Zifeng with disdain. Damn it, he thought, killing your father should have been enough, but now fate brings me face to face with you—seems the heavens won’t let me spare you either.

“Damn you!” Liu Zifeng exploded, swinging at Zhang Xiaofan.

Without using much strength, Zhang Xiaofan dodged lightly, grabbed Liu Zifeng’s head, and slammed it hard onto the table.

With a dull thud, Liu Zifeng’s mind buzzed, and he collapsed, blood streaming from a deep gash on his head. Zhang Xiaofan had struck hard; even if Liu Zifeng awoke, he’d surely be left a fool. Not quite dead, but the effect was much the same.

“You bastard, you’re asking for it!” Liu Zifeng had brought bodyguards, but Zhang Xiaofan’s move was too swift for them to react.

Seeing Liu Zifeng lying unconscious and bleeding on the floor, the bodyguards turned vicious, pointing threateningly at Zhang Xiaofan.

“Damn it, he dared to harass my girl—he’s asking to die!” Zhang Xiaofan shouted loudly, making sure the club’s security would hear.

“Come on then, am I supposed to be afraid of you?”

The security staff had already taken notice and approached. Zhang Xiaofan’s loud declaration made them hurry over—few dared cause trouble here.

“What’s going on? Who’s causing trouble?” the apparent leader demanded, glancing between Zhang Xiaofan, the bodyguards, and Liu Zifeng’s crumpled form.

At that moment, Chen Yuanyuan feigned pitiful distress. “Big brother, he harassed me. My man said a few words, and he tried to attack him, but my man knocked him down. Now these bodyguards want to hurt us. You have to stand up for us—otherwise, who would dare come here again?”

Her words were highly effective. Hearing her melodious voice and seeing her stunning beauty, the leader was inclined to believe her.

Indeed, those wealthy heirs often sought such things with pretty girls, but this woman was a guest’s companion—not one of the club’s own. Causing trouble with guests was strictly forbidden.

The leader turned to the bodyguards. “Is that true?”

“So what if it is? Just a bunch of doormen,” one bodyguard retorted, sharing Liu Zifeng’s arrogance and careless of where he was.

“Damn it, deliberately causing trouble, are you?” The leader’s temper flared, and he barked, “Grab them and break them!”

Zhang Xiaofan smiled—this was exactly the outcome he wanted.

Though Liu Zifeng’s bodyguards were arrogant, they were also skilled fighters; the club’s security wouldn’t take them down easily and would surely call for reinforcements. Once chaos erupted, it would be the perfect moment to strike.

Soon, the two groups clashed—fists flew, bottles cracked, and Zhang Xiaofan quickly pulled Chen Yuanyuan aside, positioning themselves near the staircase.

“What’s happening downstairs?” came a voice from a room above.

“Boss, some rich kids are causing trouble—their bodyguards are good.”

“Send a few more brothers. Break them, but don’t kill—don’t attract the police,” the boss instructed, glancing at the surveillance feed. It looked like regular trouble, so he lit a cigar and thought no more of it.

With the fierce fighting, the bar descended into chaos. Outnumbered, the bodyguards called for backup, and soon a dozen more men stormed in, making the scene even more chaotic.

“Murder! Murder!” At Zhang Xiaofan’s signal, Chen Yuanyuan feigned terror, shouting as she ran toward the stairs, leading others to flee to the second floor. Bottles whizzed through the air—who wouldn’t be afraid?

The second floor was usually off-limits, but with many security staff downstairs and chaos reigning, nobody was watching.

Zhang Xiaofan blended into the crowd, making his way upstairs.

Inside a room, Leng Lishang, his pants already off, was fervently engaged with a voluptuous woman. Loud, rhythmic music blared—a stimulant for his pleasure.

“Come on, faster!” she cried.

“Little minx, I’ll ravage you!”

They were oblivious to the turmoil outside. Before long, Zhang Xiaofan reached the door to Leng Lishang's room.

His eyes flashed coldly. He kicked open the door and spoke into his earpiece, “Action!”

At that instant, Zhang Xiaofan’s gaze was sharp as lightning. Leng Lishang was a martial artist of the Soul Opening realm, though his exact level was unclear, so Zhang Xiaofan either wouldn’t act or would strike with overwhelming force.

A silver needle, already infused with potent spiritual energy, shot toward Leng Lishang on the bed with a speed surpassing any bullet.

Leng Lishang, in the midst of his climax, was startled awake in an instant.