Chapter 192: Chapter 192

Wang Yuetcai looked towards the woman on the stage who was throwing punches, and his gaze settled slightly. "Eh... this girl looks so familiar!"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted, "What do you mean familiar? Isn’t she just that little chick Hua Xiaomo whom Qi Longbing keeps? Heh, this is really interesting..."

A slick-looking man walked in, arm in arm with a Bunny Girl. It was none other than Master Yin of Tengfeng Century, Yin Chenbai.

"That’s her, I remember now," Wang Yuetcai nodded, though he still spoke with a puzzled tone. "But what’s strange is... what is President Qi really up to?"

"What is he up to? He’s bored of her, that’s what!" Yin Chenbai laughed. Then, letting go of the Bunny Girl in his arms, he ordered, "Go. After this match, call that Hua Xiaomo, the Magic Fantasy Goddess, over to me. She needs to properly toast President Wang of Xingda."

"Yes," the Bunny Girl replied.

Wang Yuetcai looked at Yin Chenbai with some concern. "Master Yin, isn’t this inappropriate? No matter what, she’s still President Qi’s woman..."

"His woman? If she were really his woman, would she be here flaunting herself as Ma Li? I have money to burn; I don’t believe I can’t keep her for a night," Yin Chenbai said with a cold laugh.

He remembered very clearly how that little chick had escaped from him at the Rose Haosheng Hotel...

To put it bluntly, her former boyfriend, Yang Junze, was an idiot!

After Hua Xiaomo finished her match, Su Meina, the boss, had Ye Xiangxue, a Bunny Girl friendly with Hua Xiaomo, ask her to go to VIP Room 28.

"Xiao Mo, are you really not going?" Ye Xiangxue looked at her, somewhat troubled.

Hua Xiaomo sat in a chair, resting with her eyes closed, as if waiting for the next match to begin. Currently, two Bunny Girls were massaging her shoulders and feet. These services were not typically accorded to a Super Ma Li, but she had earned them thanks to the reputation she had built in this place. Boss Su Meina had specially arranged for her to be attended to.

"Xiangxue, thank you. Please, refuse for me," Hua Xiaomo said, her tightly closed eyes fluttering open slightly before closing again.

This wasn’t the first time she had refused such an invitation. Ever since her ten consecutive wins, invitations had flown at her like confetti every time she came here.

Suddenly, a cool, low male voice cut through the air. "This time, you can’t refuse. Master Yin himself has requested your presence."

Hua Xiaomo opened her eyes to glance at the young man, Dong Feiyu. He was habitually holding a cigar, a gesture that seemed out of place for someone his age. Hua Xiaomo didn’t respond, her eyes narrowing slightly, almost closing again.

"Didn’t you hear me, Hua Xiaomo?" Dong Feiyu said impatiently.

Hua Xiaomo glanced at him, her tone laced with faint mockery. "Why don’t you go? Wouldn’t that be just fine?"

"What did you say?" Dong Feiyu’s temper flared.

"I said... can you freaking stop bothering me?" Hua Xiaomo snapped, even more annoyed. She was already exhausted from fighting, and now these people were disturbing her after her match. It was so annoying!

"Annoyed by me? Hua Xiaomo, don’t be ungrateful. It’s your good fortune that Master Yin has taken an interest in you. Aren’t you short on money? Sleep with him for a few nights, and maybe you’ll get the cash. Why bother earning it the hard way?" Dong Feiyu said, cigar in hand, a wicked, almost alluring glint in his eyes.

"Get lost!" Hua Xiaomo roared, her eyes blazing like lightning as they stared him down.

Dong Feiyu felt a momentary shiver of fear.

"Humph!" Dong Feiyu snorted coldly, then spat, "So much backbone. Well then, I hope you get beaten to death on stage! That would be for the best!" With that, he turned and left the backstage room.

"Despicable fool. He actually thinks being a kept woman is an honor?" Hua Xiaomo couldn’t help but mutter.

"Xiao Mo, don’t be angry. I’ll go refuse for you," Ye Xiangxue sighed, then gently touched Hua Xiaomo’s face. "I’ll go now," she said tenderly.

Hua Xiaomo hummed in acknowledgment.

After Ye Xiangxue relayed the message, Yin Chenbai’s powdered face indeed turned pale. He was clearly unable to stomach the rejection. Furious, he stormed backstage. Just as Hua Xiaomo was about to go on stage for her next match, he grabbed her wrist.

"Still playing coy with me? You’re just Qi Longbing’s cast-off! You should be thanking your lucky stars that I even want you!" Yin Chenbai sneered. In the past, he hadn’t dared to lay a hand on her, all out of consideration for Qi Longbing. But times were different now. Without Qi Longbing to back her, what was she?

Hua Xiaomo looked at his leering face, her hands clenching slightly. "Let go!"

"Hua Xiaomo, don’t push it..." Yin Chenbai said, his greasy, powdered face twisting into a vile smile as he reached out to caress her lovely cheek. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵

Suddenly, a voice cut in, "Don’t touch her!"

Wen Yajun pulled Hua Xiaomo behind him. The next second, he stood protectively in front of her, warily eyeing the malicious man.

"Who the hell are you to ruin my fun? Men, get him!" Yin Chenbai commanded, gesturing to the bodyguards behind him.

Immediately, two bodyguards in plainclothes suits stepped forward quickly, throwing a punch at Wen Yajun. But even faster, Hua Xiaomo, who was behind Wen Yajun, shoved him out of the way just in time. Seeing the thugs rushing forward, she grabbed a nearby stool and smashed it against one bodyguard’s arm.

CRACK! A pained howl echoed through the area. Hua Xiaomo saw two others still looking for an opportunity to rush forward and join the fight. She sneered and swiftly executed a high kick, her foot shooting straight towards one man’s face. He dodged, narrowly avoiding the hit to his head, but to his shock—BAM!—her foot connected squarely with his lower abdomen. The bodyguard howled in agony.

"Damn! So fierce! Are you even a woman?" Yin Chenbai stared at her, a strange glint in his eyes.

"Scumbag, now it’s your turn!" Hua Xiaomo laughed coldly and threw a quick punch. He didn’t even have time to dodge before it landed solidly on his chest.

THUD! THUD! THUD! Hua Xiaomo treated his body like a punching bag, violently venting her pent-up fury...

She had wanted to beat this man for so long! To beat him soundly and thoroughly!

This felt so damn good!

I’ll beat you to a pulp, you bastard, Yin Chenbai!

"Stop... stop hitting me..." Yin Chenbai wailed, snot and tears streaming down his face. Soon, he was beaten to the ground, sprawling and cowering at Hua Xiaomo’s feet.

But Hua Xiaomo wasn’t about to let this dish that had served itself up get away so easily. She continued her frenzied assault...

Screams like a stuck pig echoed through the area.

Bystanders gaped in astonishment. Since when had the notoriously arrogant Master Yin ever been beaten up by someone?

In no time, his slick, powdered face had truly become a swollen pig’s head.