The Red-skirted woman paused.
Her pupils slightly contracted.
Then she turned around.
Chaos filled her sight.
Alcohol spilled, wails echoed continuously.
Only that man remained smiling, untouched by the wine, looking carefree as if nothing had happened moments ago; he was merely a spectator.
Briefly lost in thought, the Red-skirted woman shook her head again.
No matter the tactics, after all, he was just a brute.
She ignored Ye Guichen and headed straight upstairs.
Ye Guichen remained silent but followed in wide strides.
As if there were no one around.
The surrounding erupted in commotion.
Someone shouted, "Kid, you're looking for death!"
However, it was like a wilting flower blown by the wind, not stirring the slightest ripple.
No one dared to stop the audacious Ye Guichen.
Gao Feng and Wang Feifei's group was dumbstruck.
Ye Guichen's skills earlier seemed effortless and poetic to their eyes.
In just the blink of an eye, the outcome was determined.
