In the bar, the music was explosive, as if each beat hammered on one's nerves, and with the smell of alcohol wafting in the air, observing the men and women wildly gyrating their bodies, even the most composed individuals felt a slight flutter in their hearts, let alone in some corners where men and women could no longer restrain their emotions, engaging in some indescribable acts.

Song Yun was very familiar with bars and enjoyed their ambiance. Many women heartbroken in love liked to vent in such places. Before he had retired, after major battles, he always liked to relax in bars with a group of his underlings, drinking lots of alcohol, and then each would leave with women who took the initiative to stick to them.

However, today he was not here to seek some deep resentment from neglected wives; he just wanted to have a simple drink.

"A Depth Charge, please."

Song Yun sat at the bar, picked up his mixed drink under the puzzled look of the bartender, and downed it in one gulp, not leaving a drop.

You should know the Depth Charge was made with rum and vodka among other high-alcohol content beverages, barely any different from pure alcohol.

The bartender had been mixing drinks here for four to five years and had never seen anyone treat such a cocktail like beer.

"Another one, please."

The bartender stared at Song Yun as if he was a monster; he really wanted to know how many Depth Charges this customer could handle before passing out unconscious and unable to pay the bill.

"Hey handsome, how about you buy me a drink?"

Just as Song Yun was staring blankly at his empty cup, a crisp female voice softly spoke in his ear.

Song Yun didn't rush to look back; instead, he closed his eyes and carefully smelled the fragrance of the hair of the woman who was leaning on his back. After a moment, he turned his head and glanced over. She was dressed in a black tight top and an extremely short pair of hot pants, teasingly looking at him.

The woman was quite attractive; if Song Yun had to rate her, she would score over seventy out of a hundred, plus the dim lighting and light makeup added to her charm, making her even more enticing.

What interested Song Yun the most, however, was the prominent peaks on the woman's chest, straining against her tight black top, with a hint of snowy white visible at her neckline.

In such an outfit, coupled with the ambiguous atmosphere of the bar, anyone might have thought they were in for an exciting romantic encounter that evening.

"How about you buy me a drink, and if I drink too much, you can have your way with me all night," the woman flirtatiously sat on Song Yun's lap, then reached out her slender fingers to caress his cheek and smiled seductively.

"I don't know if you can handle this drink," Song Yun said as he placed the freshly mixed Depth Charge in front of the woman with a smile.

"Depth Charge, huh? It's not as good as Royal Salute but still decent," the woman, also tough, picked up the glass and said to Song Yun as she drank, "I'll choose the next drink after this one."

"Alright."

The woman brightened up as Song Yun agreed, and she threw back the Depth Charge. She appeared bold, but most of the liquor still spilled from the corners of her mouth.

Well, a regular woman couldn't possibly down a drink similar to pure alcohol in one go like he did.

"Lemme get a bottle of Royal Salute." The Depth Charge had hardly gotten into the woman's stomach, but just that bit made her feel dizzy. To keep up the bar's business for the day, she smashed the glass down on the table and called out to the bartender.

The bartender nodded, took out a bottle of liquor, opened it and placed it on the bar, with white vapor wafting from the mouth of the bottle.

The bartender looked at Song Yun respectfully, "Sir, that would be 5300, please pay first."

In the bar, it is expected to pay before you get your drink, but the bartender had opened the bottle before asking Song Yun to pay, hinting at a forced sale.

Song Yun had already seen through the little schemes of this bar and the woman in his arms, but he couldn't be bothered to haggle. He pulled out a black card and said, "Charge it."

After swiping the card, Song Yun stuffed the bottle into the woman's arms, picked her up from his lap with a smile, and said, "Here's your drink, you can go now."

The woman, holding the Royal Salute, was a bit at a loss. But she quickly recovered, her flirtatious smile reappearing as she said, "Handsome, won't you continue to treat me to another drink? You know, I can't hold my liquor well."

Song Yun lit a cigarette, smiled, and said, "The first thing you learn as a bar tout is not to be greedy. I'm afraid if you don't leave now, soon you won't be able to."

"I don't understand what you're saying," the woman hesitantly said, her voice tinged with panic.

"If you can't understand, then don't leave."

A hoarse male voice sounded from behind her; before she could react, she was held in his arms. Before she could scream or struggle, the man karate chopped behind her ear, causing her to faint in his arms.

When the bartender saw his acquaintance being held by someone else, his eyes blazed with fury as he was about to call the security, claiming some people were forcing a woman into illegal transactions.

Similarly, the bartender never got the chance to yell as Song Yun smashed a bottle on his mouth, causing him to lose at least half his teeth and writhe in pain on the floor.

"Great Emperor, the old master sent a message. He said clean yourself up for tomorrow; your fiancée is waiting for you, here is the address," the man respectfully spoke to Song Yun.

"Married?" Song Yun licked his somewhat dried lips, but when he turned back, the man had vanished, leaving only a note on the bar.

The man from before was like a shadow of his own mentor, delivering important messages to him, but this marriage situation baffled him. He was being sold off by the old man without his knowledge? And he wasn't even getting a share of the profits? Ridiculous, he was perfectly content being single; who needs marriage.

Just then, his phone rang. Song Yun took out an old, battered cell phone from his pocket and saw the old man's number. He didn't answer, angry that the old man sold him off and still expected him to count money for him.

The old man was patient; seeing that Song Yun didn't pick up, he kept calling.

After about ten missed calls from the old man, Song Yun finally, out of annoyance, answered, "Don't even think about getting me married, no way, I'm retired now, I want to live my life. Don't call me ever again—about anything."

"What, she's a beautiful woman? How tall? As tall as the sky? And she's a CEO of a corporation?"

After hearing all this from the old man, Song Yun's eyes lit up, and he changed his tone, speaking earnestly: "Master, although I'm retired, I deeply remember your kindness to me. Since you've arranged this marriage for me, I can't let you down, can I? Oh, who am I kidding? Me, a man of principles? Joking, have I ever had any?"