The loud commotion soon drew the attention of several security guards from upstairs and downstairs.
How many?
One, two, three, four, five… About seven or eight!
Lian Qiao swept them with a cold glance, having anticipated that today would not end well.
Damn it, if it's trouble they want, it's trouble they'll get!
She didn't run or hide. Shuang Niuniu had told her before that places like this nightclub were always dabbling in shady dealings, a bit of black, a bit of white, with connections in both the underworld and lawful society to stay in business, otherwise they'd be trampled to death any given day.
But what did that matter to her?
Today, she was ready to go all out. As the saying goes in modern society, it's all about "Triple Q": money, power, and fists. If you don't have power, you need money. And if you have neither, you better have strength.
And all she had were her fists.
