Seeing that Chen Yang was letting her go, the woman looked at the bottle of Walser's Tequila in her arms, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. She smiled seductively at Chen Yang and said, "Handsome, you're not going to have a drink with me?"
Chen Yang gave a smile, lit a cigarette, and said, "I've bought you the drink, your job here is done, you don't need to stay, just leave."
"Handsome, I don't quite understand what you mean?"
There was a look of bewilderment on the woman's face, but her gaze was somewhat evasive.
Taking a drag of his cigarette, Chen Yang leaned in close to the woman's ear and blew a smoke ring, chuckling, "If you don't want me to expose your identity as a drink hustler, you'd better leave quickly. Also, you'd do well to stay away from Shang Feng Bar. If Qiao Xiurui finds out, you and your insider at the bar are going to be in trouble."
At these words, the woman was suddenly filled with terror.
