School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert

"Ladies and gentlemen on the floor, let's get moving." The host held the microphone, and on the stage, the rock band and a DJ from Ukraine were dominating the show. The female DJ was incredibly into her own vibe, twisting her ample behind wildly to her own rhythm. Her black leather jacket hugged her bust, making her seem extremely excited.

The host was very excited, swinging his arms, his head bobbing like a woodpecker.

The man pulled Yang Xiaoyan into the dance floor frenzy.

Although Yang Xiaoyan wasn't familiar with such a scene, once there, she immediately fell in love with it. Upon entering the club, it was as if she had discovered a new world. Her inner pain seemed to be forgotten, and the excited cells in her body were suddenly activated. She cheered and became even more euphoric, hugging the man's waist and swaying wildly.

As the song ended, the man quickly led Yang Xiaoyan toward the bar nearby.

"Come on, get us two bottles of good liquor," he shouted urgently.

"Okay!" the bartender nodded quickly, grabbing two bottles of fine liquor from the shelf. He hurriedly opened the bottles and chuckled, "Young man, you've hooked up with such a gorgeous chick today, huh?"

"Hey hey, stop talking nonsense," the man replied irritably, and then said, "Listen up, she's my friend."

"Yes, yes, friend," the bartender laughed teasingly, "Friend has another meaning, which is 'lover.'"

"Go to hell," the man laughed heartily. He quickly opened the bottle and said to Yang Xiaoyan, "Here, let me pour for you!"

The amber-colored liquid seemed to glimmer enchantedly. Yang Xiaoyan had only drunk beer and had never tasted such colored liquor. Speaking of which, Yang Xiaoyan's tolerance for alcohol was very poor, practically non-existent. With such foreign liquor, she feared one glass would knock her down.

"Drink up," the man urged. The liquor was poured in front of Yang Xiaoyan, so she was certain nothing had been added to it.

Yang Xiaoyan thought, as long as the drink was not spiked, she would be safe today. Clearly, she was being naive. When she poured the glass of liquor into her mouth, she didn't hesitate to swallow it down.

She quickly realized she was too young; there was a scorching sensation in the drink that made her want to vomit. With great effort, she swallowed the liquor, causing her great discomfort.

Gulp...

A big sip of liquor was harshly swallowed.

"Is it good?" the man asked.

"It's not good, it's... it's awful," Yang Xiaoyan shook her head, then said, "Why do so many people like to drink? It's really hard to drink!"

"Everyone who drinks for the first time thinks it's hard to drink," the man nodded, then continued, "When you've drunk it a few more times, you'll find yourself falling in love with this feeling. It can numb your nerves, it can blur your consciousness. It gives you the feeling of living in the clouds."

"Really?" Yang Xiaoyan looked at the man and then said, "I hope I can have that feeling, too."

After speaking, Yang Xiaoyan downed another glass.

The man excitedly poured more drinks for her. The more Yang Xiaoyan drank, the happier he was. As long as Yang Xiaoyan liked it, he was willing to keep pouring for her. After two drinks, Yang Xiaoyan was already feeling dizzy and disoriented. She held her forehead and said, "This drink is so strong, I'm already dizzy."

"You're drinking too fast," the man suggested hurriedly, "Drink more slowly and have some snacks."

After saying this, the man quickly gave her some snacks—dried fish, peanuts, multi-flavored peanuts...

Yang Xiaoyan eagerly stuffed some snacks into her mouth. Soon after, she felt much more comfortable. Although the food cushioned her stomach, the effect of alcohol surged up like a tide. After two glasses, the alcohol had quickly entered her bloodstream, spreading to her vital organs through her veins. Yang Xiaoyan's skin was starting to develop a slight pink color.

The man was a veteran of the club scene, and he had noticed Yang Xiaoyan's condition. A sly smile formed on his lips, as if his prey was already in his grasp. He appeared extremely thrilled and excited.

"How do you feel now? As if walking on clouds, right?" he sneered, then added, "Do your feet feel like they're stepping on cotton?"

"I feel like I don't have an ounce of strength in my body," Yang Xiaoyan looked at the man with distress, her eyes blurry and unable to focus, as if she could see two overlapping worlds.

"That's right," the man nodded immediately, then said, "That's the feeling. Have another glass, and you'll feel like you're walking on clouds, soft and fluffy."

"No, I can't drink any more," Yang Xiaoyan hastily refused.

The man leisurely poured half a glass of liquor into her cup, then smiled, "Have one more!"

Yang Xiaoyan urgently pushed the glass away; the liquor spilled on the bar, turning the amber liquid a golden hue. Annoyance flashed across the man's face as he said coldly, "Drink it quickly, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"But, but I really can't drink anymore, I feel like my body is burning up, very uncomfortable." Yang Xiaoyan clutched her forehead, looking at the man with distress.

"Drink this glass, and I promise you will feel like an Immortal." The man poured another glass for Yang Xiaoyan, adding a special ingredient to ensure success tonight. This drug is called 'Red Spiders', a very potent aphrodisiac.

Once a woman takes this drug, she becomes like a wild horse. Her desire for men almost becomes insatiable.

"Really?" Yang Xiaoyan looked at the man with curiosity and said painfully, "I feel so awful, my heart hurts, I don't want this."

"Trust me, there's no mistake, drink this and you'll forget all your past pain," the man said proudly.

"Okay, I'll drink." Yang Xiaoyan nodded hurriedly, picking up the glass with one hand, ready to drink it all down when suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Stop!" Li Dapang's voice came from the direction of the door, the sharp tone piercing through the rock music of the bar.

Yang Xiaoyan turned to look at Li Dapang, her eyes flashing with complex emotions, she asked in confusion, "Li Dapang, why did you come?"

"If I didn't come, you'd be someone else's sexual release on the bed by now." Li Dapang looked at Yang Xiaoyan angrily, then said, "Don't you realize this guy's intentions? Why would you come to a bar with him!"

"My business is none of your concern." After speaking, Yang Xiaoyan prepared to drink her liquor.

Slap!

Li Dapang dashed forward with a quick step, slapping Yang Xiaoyan's hand harshly. The glass flew out of her hand, amber liquid scattering mid-air, the glass hitting the ground and shattering everywhere.

"Li Dapang, what are you doing!" Yang Xiaoyan screamed furiously, "My business doesn't need your meddling, whether I live or die is none of your concern. You're nothing to me, what right do you have to meddle? Even if I become someone's object for sexual release on their bed, what's it to you!"

Everyone could tell that Yang Xiaoyan's words were spoken out of anger. At this moment, the man beside her looked at Li Dapang with disdain and said, "Kid, who are you? What right do you have to talk here? Get lost, don't interrupt my girl-chasing. Otherwise, old man will make you regret it!"

"Fuck!" Li Dapang was already holding back a belly full of anger, and now provoked by the man's mockery, he couldn't contain the rage inside. Li Dapang took a quick step forward, grabbing a nearby chair with one hand.

The chairs in the bar were very sturdy, with stainless steel bases and thick hard plastic on top.

Bang!

The man saw the chair in Li Dapang's hand and paled, scrambling to dodge. The chair in Li Dapang's hand smashed heavily on the bar, sending plastic shrapnel flying.

"Fuck, are you trying to kill somebody?" the man bellowed.

"Right, I'm going to beat to death a scum like you with a human face but a beast's heart," Li Dapang said, his face flushed with anger and gripping the sturdy chair tightly in his hand.

"I'm warning you, don't mess with me, you can't afford to provoke me," the man said almost roaring.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Li Dapang glared fiercely at the man, saying, "You dare to touch my woman, are you fucking asking for death?"

"What right do you have to say she's your woman?" the man retorted, giving a cold sneer and said, "If you're capable, make her admit you're her man. She's clearly my woman; why else would she come out to drink with me?"

"Yeah, if you've got the guts, have her stand up and admit it."

"This Big Fatty, coming up with new tricks to steal a girl."

Many onlookers surrounded them, all throwing accusations at Li Dapang, and the man was smug. Triumph glinted in his eyes.

Li Dapang turned his head towards Yang Xiaoyan and said, "Why don't you say something, or do you really want to sleep with him tonight?"

"Who I'm with has nothing to do with you," Yang Xiaoyan said coldly to Li Dapang, then said, "At least, sleeping with him is more comfortable for me than with you."

"You!" Li Dapang was left speechless with anger.

"Kid, I advise you to leave quickly, or don't blame me for not being polite," the man said coldly to Li Dapang. "Otherwise, I'll have the bar's security throw you out."

"Try me if you dare," Li Dapang, not intimidated at all by the man, gripped the bar chair tightly and sneered, "If you can kick me out today, I'll write my name, Li Dapang, backwards."