Wu Xia entered the bar and his gaze was immediately drawn to the woman in the center of the stage, dancing on the pole with tears in her eyes.
"Chen Juan?"
Wu Xia's eyes widened in shock; the person before him was actually Chen Juan.
Surrounding Chen Juan were many men, scrambling and roaring desperately, throwing money at her, demanding that she strip.
Chen Juan's eyes were filled with resentment, radiating a terrifying and powerful aura of hatred.
That was a power from the depths of the soul, invisible to outsiders.
"Is this the power of the soul?"
Wu Xia contemplated this, but he had no more time to think as a drunken man surged forward, laying hands on Chen Juan.
"Ah!"
Chen Juan screamed in fear and anger as she slapped the man.
The man became enraged and grabbed Chen Juan by the hair.
"Damn it, you little whore, playing hard to get when you're selling your body, pretending to be pure, I'm going to fuck you today!"
