Hong Qing led a group of severely wounded subordinates out of the bar in disgrace, leaving the place in complete disarray and, finally, utterly quiet.
In the large bar, only one table remained intact, the one where Pang Feng and his companions were sitting.
Zheng Xiaoshan finished up without breaking a sweat, her face not flushed, her heart not racing, only the back of her shirt was torn; she casually draped a shawl over herself, then stood very obediently behind Pang Feng. Resting her delicate, jade-like hand on Pang Feng's shoulder, she continued to massage him, serving him as he tasted his wine.
Song Xiaoqian was very excited and said, "Cousin, how are you so incredible? Is this some kind of martial art?"
Zheng Xiaoshan smiled faintly and said, "Just a little bit of martial arts, nothing impressive!"
She leaned in close to Pang Feng's ear and whispered, "Mr. Pang, it seems like they still haven't accepted defeat; I'm afraid there will be more to come!"
