126: Chapter 126 The Power of Intimidation

There was a red mark on her collarbone; it was unclear whether it had been caused by grabbing or impact.

The black stockings were torn on the outside of her thigh, revealing a small patch of fair, creamy skin.

"Xiaoran, I'm so scared. They won't let me leave..."

Bai Yuyan's voice was intermittent, and her whole body was trembling from crying.

Qin Xiaoran hugged her, tears falling from her own eyes, her hand gently patting her back.

"It's okay now, it's okay, I'm here."

Wang Yang stood at the doorway, his gaze falling upon the girl.

She had cried until her makeup was ruined, yet her face remained impossibly exquisite.

Large eyes, a high, delicate nose bridge, pink, moist lips, and fair, translucent skin.

Even with her hair disheveled and her eyes red, the beauty in her bones could not be hidden.

Her figure was wrapped in that bunny girl uniform, accentuating her curves.

Her waist was as slender as a pipa, the curves of her hips were round and full, and her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, were straight and slim.

His breath hitched slightly, and his gaze lingered on her for a second.

Then he moved it away, sweeping across the others in the private room.

Five or six men were scattered on the sofa; some were in suits, others in floral shirts with large gold chains.

But their eyes all held an uncomfortable, unsettling vibe.

The leader was a man in his early thirties.

He had a buzz cut, and a green dragon was tattooed on his neck, peeking out from his collar, looking fierce and menacing.

He sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette in his mouth, squinting as he sized up Wang Yang.

There was a pool of spilled liquor on the coffee table, broken glass on the floor, and a woman in her forties.

Likely the floor manager—she was leaning against the wall, clutching her arm, her face pale, with a visible bruise on her shoulder.

Wang Yang's expression darkened.

He glanced at Bai Yuyan's clothes, the neckline open, her black stockings torn.

Dressed like that in a place like this, it was hard to avoid trouble.

On the sofa, a man with yellow hair was the first to react.

He stubbed his cigarette into the ashtray, tilted his head to look at Wang Yang, and smirked disdainfully.

"Yo, another one? Who's this? Playing the hero saving the beauty?"

Another bald man laughed too, picked up a beer bottle from the coffee table, took a swig, and wiped his mouth.

"Just one guy? And he brought a chick? We really hit the jackpot tonight."

The man with the green dragon tattoo didn't speak; his gaze swept over Wang Yang and then landed on Qin Xiaoran.

She was wearing a creamy white slim-fit knit sweater today.

A black pleated mini skirt, black stockings, Martin boots, and a high ponytail—pure yet sexy.

His eyes lit up, and his mouth slowly curled into a lecherous smile.

"Another one delivered."

"In that case, there's no need for compensation for what happened earlier."

"Having these two women keep us company tonight will be enough."

The other men laughed along, their laughter filled with excitement and lewdness.

"Boss is right, two together—we've got plenty to play with tonight."

"Both of them are high quality, even better than the last one."

"You're a lucky guy."

Qin Xiaoran stiffened, her hands tightening around Bai Yuyan.

Her face turned pale, tears still hanging on her cheeks, her lips trembling, but she said nothing.

She looked at Wang Yang's back, remembering how he had beaten six or seven people at the Public Security Station.

Remembering that he never did things he wasn't sure about.

Bai Yuyan huddled in Qin Xiaoran's arms and whispered.

"Xiaoran, your friend... why don't you guys just leave? There are too many of them..."

Qin Xiaoran bit her lip and gently patted her back.

"It's fine. He can handle it."

The man with the green dragon tattoo stood up.

He picked up a beer bottle from the coffee table, took a swig, wiped his mouth, and walked over to Wang Yang.

He was half a head taller than Wang Yang, standing there like a wall, looking down at him.

"Kid, I don't care who you are."

"You can't handle what's happening tonight."

"If you're smart, get out of here yourself."

"Leave these two chicks behind."

Wang Yang looked at him without speaking.

The man with the green dragon tattoo's expression darkened.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Wang Yang spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very calm.

"Leaving is fine."

"They're coming with me."

The private room fell silent for a second.

Then the men burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, this kid is pretty arrogant."

"One person fighting the six of us? Have you had training?"

"Boss, don't waste your breath on him, let's just do it."

The man with the green dragon tattoo also laughed, very disdainfully.

He reached out and patted Wang Yang's shoulder; his fingers were rough, with black grime under his fingernails.

"Kid, do you know whose territory this is?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Wang Yang looked down at his hand, then raised his head and looked into his eyes.

His gaze was cold, as cold as ice.

"I don't know."

"And I don't want to know."

The man with the green dragon tattoo's smile froze.

He withdrew his hand, his expression turning completely grim.

"You don't know what's good for you."

He waved his hand behind him, and the men stood up, surrounding Wang Yang.

The bald man picked up a beer bottle from the table, and the yellow-haired man pulled a baton from his waist.

Two others grabbed an ashtray and a wine bottle.

The atmosphere tightened instantly, like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

Qin Xiaoran's heart jumped into her throat; her hands gripped Bai Yuyan's arm, gripping it so hard it hurt.

Bai Yuyan huddled in her arms, shivering, not daring to look.

The floor manager leaned against the wall, clutching her arm, her face deathly pale, her lips trembling, unable to say a word.

Qin Xiaoran asked in a low voice.

"Brother Yang... should we call the police?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"Small trouble, no need."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet private room.

The men were enraged by his nonchalant attitude.

The bald man smashed the beer bottle onto the coffee table.

The bottle shattered, glass shards flying everywhere, a few pieces landing by Wang Yang's feet.

"What the hell are you acting arrogant for?"

"Do you believe we'll make you leave here horizontally today?"

The yellow-haired man swung his baton, the sound of metal clashing echoing in the room.

One beat after another, like a death knell.

"Why waste words with him?"

"Let's just beat him up first."

The man with the green dragon tattoo stood in the center, arms crossed over his chest, a cold sneer on his face.

"Kid, I'll give you one last chance."

"Leave now, while you still can."

Wang Yang looked at him, his mouth slowly curling into a smile.

"I'll give you one last chance too."

"Get out now, while you still can."

The man with the green dragon tattoo's face turned completely black.

He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, squeezing the words out through his teeth.

"Beat him."

Before the words had even faded, Wang Yang moved.

Not with his hands, but with his eyes.

He whispered in his heart.

"Intimidation."

An invisible power exploded from him.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, ripples spread outwards.

That power was invisible and intangible, but everyone could feel it.

The air in the private room seemed to be sucked away, pressing down so hard that people couldn't breathe.

The man with the green dragon tattoo's smile froze on his face, his pupils suddenly constricting.

His hand stopped in mid-air, and his entire body felt as if it had been nailed to the spot, unable to move.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, his clothes sticking to his skin, icy and bone-chilling.