127: Chapter 127 Solving the Trouble

Their hearts felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand.

They beat so fast it felt like they were about to jump out of their throats, thumping wildly against their ribcages.

The beer bottle in the bald man's hand fell to the floor, shattering with a loud crack, spilling liquid everywhere.

His legs were trembling, shaking from his knees all the way down to his ankles; his entire body shuddered like a sieve, his bones rattling.

He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey; they had turned to jelly, and he couldn't take a single step.

The yellow-haired man's telescopic baton slipped from his hand, hit the floor with a bounce, and rolled under the coffee table.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips trembling, his upper and lower teeth clattering together with a faint clack-clack sound.

His eyes were wide open, his sockets strained and red, filled with nothing but terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

The other two men also froze in place.

The ashtray and beer bottle in their hands remained suspended in mid-air, unable to be brought down or pulled back.

Their breathing came in ragged, heavy gasps.

Sweat streamed down their foreheads, dripping onto their collars and soaking into a small, dark patch.

The private room was so quiet that the ticking of the wall clock and the men's heavy, labored breathing could be heard.

Wang Yang stood there, his hands in his coat pockets, his gaze slowly sweeping over the men.

His expression was calm, as if he were looking at a pile of trash.

Yet, that invisible pressure weighed down on everyone like a massive mountain.

It pressed down on them so heavily that they couldn't straighten their backs, and even breathing required every ounce of their strength.

The man with the green dragon tattoo was the first to break.

He took a step back and bumped into the coffee table, knocking over a row of beer bottles with a clattering sound.

Several bottles rolled onto the floor, beer gurgling out of them.

His lips trembled, and his voice shook like smoke scattered by the wind.

"Who… who exactly are you?"

Wang Yang didn't answer.

He took a step forward.

The men simultaneously retreated, huddling together like a flock of frightened sheep.

The bald man stepped on broken glass, slipped, and fell to the ground, his palm pressing into the shards, making him wince in pain.

He didn't dare cry out, though, and could only bite his lip to endure it.

The yellow-haired man bent down to pick up his baton, but his hands were shaking too much to grasp it; his fingertips slid off the moment they touched it.

Giving up, he turned and shuffled toward the door.

Wang Yang looked at them, his voice very soft.

"Get lost."

A single word.

The men seemed to receive a pardon, scrambling and crawling toward the exit.

The bald man climbed up from the floor, limping, his gait uneven.

His shoe soles were slick with beer, causing him to slip on the smooth floor.

The yellow-haired man pushed to the front, fumbling frantically with the doorknob; he couldn't get it open after two tries, breaking out into a cold sweat.

Finally, the man with the green dragon tattoo yanked the door open.

The group rushed out, their footsteps clattering down the hallway for a while before fading into the distance.

The man with the green dragon tattoo was the last to leave; reaching the doorway, he looked back at Wang Yang.

His eyes held fear, defiance, and a sliver of barely concealed ruthlessness.

"Kid, just you wait."

"This isn't over."

Wang Yang watched him, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'll be waiting."

The man with the green dragon tattoo gritted his teeth, pulled the door open, and vanished into the hallway.

The private room fell silent.

Wang Yang stood there, watching the closed door, silently giving the system a thumbs-up in his heart.

Products from the system were never subpar.

This skill was useful.

He withdrew his gaze and turned around, the chill on his face having mostly dissipated.

Qin Xiaoran was holding Bai Yuyan; she was still trembling, her legs so weak she leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

Bai Yuyan huddled in her arms, her face buried in her shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her rabbit-ear headband had completely fallen off and lay on the floor.

It had been stepped on and lay askew next to the broken glass.

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

Wang Yang walked over and reached out to pull both Qin Xiaoran and Bai Yuyan into his embrace.

The two girls leaned against him, one crying, the other trembling.

He gently patted their backs.

"It's okay, don't cry."

Bai Yuyan raised her head from his embrace, looking at him with teary eyes.

Her face was small, her eyes large, and teardrops hung from her eyelashes.

Her lips were slightly parted, and she looked both pitiful and beautiful.

Her nose and eye rims were red, like a little rabbit caught in the rain.

"Tha-thank you…"

Wang Yang looked at her and smiled.

"You're welcome."

His voice was very soft, like a feather landing on water, yet it was exceptionally clear in the quiet private room.

Bai Yuyan lowered her head, her face blushing as if it were on fire, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes until her knuckles turned white.

Qin Xiaoran stood to the side, looking at Wang Yang and then at Bai Yuyan, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

A glint flashed in her eyes, though it was unclear what she was thinking.

The three of them stood in the private room; the dim, ambiguous lighting cast their overlapping shadows against the wall.

Bai Yuyan's bunny girl uniform hung crookedly on her body.

The collar was open, there was a hole in her black stockings, her hair was disheveled, and she looked both disheveled and beautiful.

Qin Xiaoran reached out to tidy her hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ear.

Wang Yang spoke up.

"Let's go."

He turned around, ready to walk out.

Just then, the floor manager, Sister Chen, walked over from the wall.

She was still clutching her arm, her face pale, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

She walked up to Bai Yuyan, reached out to take her hand, her eyes slightly red.

"Xiaoyan, about what happened today, Sister is sorry."

"I shouldn't have let you come into this private room."

Bai Yuyan raised her head and shook it, her voice still thick with tears.

"Sister Chen, it's not your fault."

"You've always been good to me; I remember it all."

Sister Chen sighed, let go of her hand, and pulled her wallet from her pocket.

She opened it and counted out a wad of cash—some red, some green—a thick stack.

She counted it and stuffed it into Bai Yuyan's hand.

"This is your salary for the past few days, 1,200."

"I added 500 extra; I'm making that up to you myself."

"Take it, don't push it back."

Bai Yuyan looked down at the stack of money in her hands; it was a thick wad, heavy in her palm.

Her eyes reddened again, tears welling up, and she tried to push the money back.

"Sister Chen, it's too much…"

"I can't take this."

Sister Chen stuffed the money back, gripping her hand to keep her from pushing it away.

Her hands were rough, with thick calluses on her fingertips, and her nails were trimmed very short.

She held Bai Yuyan's hand tightly.

"Take it."

"It's not easy for you out here alone, Sister knows."

"If you have any trouble in the future, call me."

Bai Yuyan's tears fell again, streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the stack of money, soaking into a small, dark patch.

She bit her lip and nodded, clutching the money in her palm, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Thank you, Sister Chen…"

Sister Chen patted her hand, let go, and glanced at Wang Yang.

She looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds.

Then it landed on the watch on his wrist, before shifting to the shoes on his feet.

She nodded inwardly.

This young man had an extraordinary air about him and was dressed impeccably.

Furthermore, the fact that he had scared those men away with just one look was something an ordinary person couldn't do.