Wan Ke Bar.
A deafening music blast seems to pierce through the eardrums.
As soon as Xu Qiaoqiao enters the door, her gaze lands on the various kinds of people in the bar, noticing a burly man approaching.
The man stands roughly at one meter eight, with arms and a back sporting tiger and leopard tattoos. He looks like a typical street thug.
His figure does match the hulky build of a man from eight months ago.
He isn't a looker either. One of his eyes seems blinded from a fight, always shut while the other one stays fixated on her: "Miss Xu, tsk tsk, didn't expect you'd be so pretty! I, Huzi, am rather lucky! Hahaha..."
Xu Qiaoqiao knits her brows.
As Huzi opens his mouth, a row of yellow teeth is revealed, looking as though he hadn't brushed in months.
He also reeks of long-lasting body odor from not bathing.
Especially his lecherous manner when he talks, it's nauseating.
