"Yo!"
"Calling for backup over the phone?"
Sun Xiaolong looked down on these country bumpkins in utter contempt. His eyes, leering at Zhao Jiayao in her blue dress, emphasizing her curvy figure, were full of lecherous light as he licked his lips.
His beady eyes sized her up, lingering on her chest and hips, then he chuckled:
"I've taken a fancy to you. Just be my woman and give me a good time tonight, and you can keep your shop open. How about it?"
"You... bastard!"
Zhao Jiayao, who had been running her business alone for years, had a fiery temper. She showed not a hint of fear in her eyes when facing a gangster like Sun Xiaolong.
"Heh heh..."
Sun Xiaolong sneered, stepping closer to Zhao Jiayao with each move.
At over six feet tall and hefty, Sun Xiaolong steadily advanced toward Zhao Jiayao, his approach bearing an oppressive feeling, disturbing her peace.
Zhao Jiayao kept backing away, glaring at him: "What do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?"
